Drumline - Competition and camaraderie in a marching band
Buck Wild:
Let’s go!
Sean:
If you can’t hang, put your drum in storage and go home. Now move your ass, lift your feet, and you’ll make it to the top.
Buck Wild:
Y’all can’t wear my colors running like that. Let’s go Uncle Ben! I bet your country ass would run faster if I had one of your grandmama’s hot butter biscuits!
Sean:
I guess it ain’t white boy day, is it?
Buck Wild:
Come on let’s roll, come on tubas, let’s go.
Sean:
Come on, boy. That’s why your raggedy ass gets a raggedy drum. Boy you gonna graduate in that white t-shirt, damn!
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