Sound the trumpets, horns and pipes
And anything that you can blow;
Tap the barrels, raise a glass,
We're on the way to Jericho.

We get music on the road, and music gets us where we go
We're going to give a rousing fanfare
When we get to Jericho.

Keep in rhythm, play together,
Louder still, the tunes we know.
They will hear us coming,
Long before we get to Jericho.

Clean the stops and bells, and tune them
Spit and polish shine them so
Brightly they will see us coming
When we get near Jericho.

All the brass parade around the
City seven times to show
We mean business with the music
Now we've got to Jericho.

On the count of three we blow
The trumpets with a mighty sound;
Raise the roofs and shake foundations,
All the walls come tumbling down.