Name That Tune #17!

"A little bit after afternoon, close to time for a meal of some kind
close to halls of justice, they have begun to become unravelled.
A quartet of youths on an angle - they're trying to elevate you!
Bill selects a ditty and he breathes it forcefully, across his stereotypically angelic instrument.

Below on the angle. Outside on the pavement. Bill and the Sandwiches make music for change, for you to groove to.

Foghorn Leghorn smacks the frottoir, bringing grins.
Clyde's cohort whacks and improvises on the low-pitched rhythm instrument.
Sandwich blings the tempo out on his pump-action two-man railroad cart.
Bill tangos and blows on his musical tube simultaneously.

Below on the angle. Outside on the pavement. Bill and the Sandwiches make music for change, for you to groove to.

There's no mandatory admission fee.
But if you have a 5-cent piece, why don't you give it up for the boys?
Over on the angle, dig that joyful din.
That mystical youth draws a crowd of folks, who have come far just to see him."