[Verse] Well, the sun come up on Main Street low, With a tractor painted red and a chicken hat on the row. Kids in band uniforms, boots two sizes too big, Marchin' down the lane with a fiddle and a pig. [Pre-Chorus] Old Mr. Hanks forgot his horn, Just blew on a kazoo through the corn. But the whole town laughed and stomped their feet— That’s how we do things in our little street. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t parade like kings on horses, We ride tractors with a cow on the back for the course! Kids in overalls swingin’ bat wings slow— This is our town, yeah, we love it, and we know It may be a little odd, but it’s all ours, And we’ll keep it this way, even when the world drowns. [Verse] Sister Lucy played the tuba wrong, Danced with a dog and knocked down a song. Granny waved from her porch with a jar of pickles, Said, “You're all ridiculous—just how I likes!” [Pre-Chorus] The flagpole fell, but nobody cried, ‘Cause we all hugged the dirt and gave a big sigh. We’re not fancy, no silver, no gold— Just a band of fools in a dusty old hold. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t parade like kings on horses, We ride tractors with a cow on the back for the course! Kids in overalls swingin’ bat wings slow— This is our town, yeah, we love it, and we know It may be a little odd, but it’s all ours, And we’ll keep it this way, even when the world drowns. [Bridge] They say we’re too slow, too plain, too wide— But when the parade rolls down the hillside, No one’s got a plan, no one’s got a name, Just a laugh, a horn, and a tractor with a flame. [Chorus] Oh, we don’t parade like kings on horses, We ride tractors with a cow on the back for the course! Kids in overalls swingin’ bat wings slow— This is our town, yeah, we love it, and we know It may be a little odd, but it’s all ours, And we’ll keep it this way, even when the world drowns. [Outro] So come on down, bring your boots and your hat, We’ll march with the cows and we’ll play with the cats. And if you don’t like it—well, we don’t care, ‘Cause this is our day, yeah, and the world’s just a flare.