eight o'clock
And that makes far more noise ; They quite forget that music is A thing that one enjoys . When grown-up people come and call , I have to play for them ; And once a deaf old lady said My playing was a gem . But it 's not true for them to say The Carnival de Venise -LSB- H -RSB- With three wrong notes is better than A band that plays with ease . It comes each week at eight o'clock , And when I hear it play , I am a knight upon a horse And riding far away . The lines upon the blanket are Six armies marching past , Six armies marching on a plain , Six armies marching fast . Of course I am the general , I 'm riding at the head ; But suddenly the music stops And then I 'm back in bed . Each time it plays brings different thoughts , Exciting , sad and good .