Listen everybody, and hear every word I sayI bounce a man who lives good, but he's not around todayHe was a king of the trombone, and no one could take his throneBut with a life, Lord, he took our lives, and leave us all to mournDon't be the drummerWhat's his name? Don't be, Lord, you know he was insaneI'm moaning, I'm moaning, I'm moaning, say that I'm moaning, LordListen to me, allHe was beloved by the peopleBoth from near and farBut now he's gone to rest, Lord, we miss him soDon't be the drummerWhat's his name? Don't be, Lord, we all miss him soI'm moaning, I'm moaning, I'm moaning, I'm moaning, say that I'm moaningI was there, I was there, when they took him awaySomebody from the crowd, somebody began to moanThere he goesMm-hmmMm-hmmMm-hmm