[ Featuring Ford Leary, Larry Clinton & His Orchestra ]
All the toy shop door is locked up tight
And everything was quiet for the night
When suddenly the clock strikes one
The fun's begun
The dolls are in their best arrayed
There's going to be a wonderful parade
Hark to the drum, now here they come
Come on, everyone
Hear them all cheering, now they are nearing
There's the captain stiff as starch
Bayonet's flashing, music is crashing
As the wooden soldiers march
Sabers a-clinking, soldiers a-winking
At each pretty little maid
Here they come, here they come
The wooden soldiers on parade
Daylight is creeping, dollies are sleeping
In the toy shop window fast
Soldiers so jolly, think of each dolly
Dreaming of the night that's past
When in the morning without a warning
Toy man pulls the window shade
There's no sign the wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade
There's no sign the wood brigade
Was ever out upon parade
