
Halftime
2 minElectronic
Slow burn. 473 moves a minute, peaking at 400 units a second.
A drum major runs the halftime show on him in front of fifty thousand people. Texan marching band, all taps and flicks until the whistle.
Lyrics
Cadence
Friday night and the lights are on the field
Band on the line, drum major, here we go
Tap, tap, tap, tap (Tap, tap, tap, tap)
Pat, pat, flick, flick (Pat, pat, flick, flick)
Verse One
Fifty thousand people and I only came for one
Section leader, get that hard dick out, the flutes want to see it done
Your step sister plays piccolo, and she has not looked away
Spit on it, boy, I'll twirl it like a baton, that is how we play
Cadence
Tap, tap, tap, tap (Tap, tap, tap, tap)
Flick, flick, pat, pat (Flick, flick, pat, pat)
Tap... tap... tap... hold (Hold!)
Verse Two
Halftime show is mine, I wrote it for your cock
Brass section, slap it on the snare, keep it on the clock
Snare line, eight on the balls, on my count, not his
Tap, tap, tap, tap, that is where the pressure is
Drum Break
Sticks up! (Sticks up!)
Tap, tap, tap, tap (Tap, tap, tap, tap)
Pat, pat, pat, pat (Pat, pat, pat, pat)
Flick, flick, flick, flick (Flick, flick, flick, flick)
Hold! (Hold!)
Peak
Now the whole band, on my whistle, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke
All the way up, all the way down, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke
Faster, harder, stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke, come on my face at the fifty
Stroke, stroke, stroke, stroke... hold... release...
March Off
Oh my god, the whole flute section saw that, and they want a turn
Tap... tap... still... stop.
Band dismissed. Except you.







