little children

on a monday mornin' you see 'em all there

on a sunny mountain without any cares

marching along

siging a song

making rhythm and rhyme

it used to be somthing to see

they don't keep track of the time

if the rain comes down

they put on their coats

if it gets too floody

they get in their boats

marching along

siging a song

making rhythm and rhyme

it used to be somthing to see

they don't keep track of the time

poor little wendy she's too scared to speak

and look at little carnie with dirt on her cheek

it's three fifteen

it's time to go home

you can't kiss no one until you get home

marching along

marching along

marching along

marching along

marching along

marching along

marching along