Jumpin’ Joe Genero

Not many can claim,

The kind of fame,

That came from being Jumpin’ Joe.

Brooklyn born,

A friend to all,

Was part of the charm of Jumpin’ Joe.

So many were touched by his talent.

So many were inspired by his way.

So much love shared by pupil and teacher,

If I could reword a song it would say:

Where have you gone Joe Genero?

Drum Corps turns its lonely ear to you.

What’s that you say Mr. Winkelman?

Jumpin’ Joe has left and gone away,

But, his music stays here for us to play.

Tell us once more,

To play so very loud.

As you cup your ears,

Looking down from your cloud.

And we’ll wait for your cut,

To let us know when we’re done.

As Jumpin’ Joe leaps,

Signaling the sound of the final gun.

                                                                                                Andy Lisko

                                                                                                In loving memory of

 Jumpin' Joe