Verse 1: On Twelfth Avenue, in oh-six, Doc Mishler built a dream, a stage for the mix. Brick and limestone rising tall, A palace for voices that would answer the call. Verse 2: The trains rolled in, the city alive, Houdini vanished, leaving the crowd in surprise. Burns cracked a joke, Fields juggled the night, Jolson danced softly in the theatre’s light. Chorus: And then the fire came, swallowed it whole, Ashes and smoke took a piece of our soul. But Doc said, “We’ll rise, brighter than before,” And in three short months, the Mishler soared. Verse 3: Sousa's band marched through the autumn streets, Brass and drums echoing the heartbeats. Vaudeville laughter, piano keys, Every ticket sold felt like the morning breeze. Bridge: Through silent films, and vaudville delight, The stage was a beacon in Altoona’s night. Legends passed through, leaving footprints in gold, Stories of a theatre, and a town that was bold. Chorus: And then the fire came, swallowed it whole, Ashes and smoke took a piece of our soul. But Doc said, “We’ll rise, brighter than before,” And in three short months, the Mishler soared. Outro: So here’s to the Mishler, phoenix on Twelfth Avenue, Where dreams were performed and legends came through. Houdini, Burns, Fields, Jolson, and Sousa played, In a theatre that fire could never fade.
