(Rah - da da dah - da dat! Ting.
Rah - da da dah - da dat!)

The moment you walked in the bar
We could see you were a trained lower brass man,
A real trombone player.
'Though you seem far from hip,
You wear a mustache to cover up the scars on your lip.
So go get your horn from the car.
You're the kind of guy this band could really use.
Hey trombone player!
Come - up here and lay down some blues.

Give us some twelves on your slide. Ride. Glide.
Can you play in our key? "E".
What a man! You play - in sharps.
That's the same as our - blues harps.

Just come right up here. Join the band.
We can see you know the rules when you sit in.
You've paid your dues, man.
We mean it. It's no joke.
There's plenty of room so bring your drink and light up a smoke.
The very best jams are not planned.
We'll learn on the next break what's your name and tale.
Hey trombonist!
Dude, come moan this.
Give your own twist.
Play - that horn. Let's all really wail.