(Performed by No Vacancy and Alex Brightman (Dewey)
Girl we've been together
such a long long time
it's been a great 3 days you know it's true
but now I can't help thinking something isn't right
and honestly it isn't me it's you
I'm too hot for you
baby you just can't deny
I'm too hot for you
the mirror doesn't lie
thought we had a chance
but now at second glance
I'm too hot for you
so let's just say goodbye
baby don't feel sorry
I know how hard you try
I guess some things they just ain't meant to be
wanna know what happened
just look me in the eye
face it baby, answer's plain to see
I'm too hot for you
I know it's so unfair
I'm too hot for you
and you're just kind of dead
thought you'd passed the test
but you're a 6 at best
I'm too hot for you
so we ain't got a prayer
don't take it too personal
don't take it too rough
one day I'm sure you'll find a guy who's desperate enough
I'm too hot for you
so baby why pretend
I'm too hot for you
too hot to be your friend
what we had was great
now go and lose some weight
I'm too hot for you
[somebody get me some aloe vera, it's too hot]
School of Rock The Musical Soundtrack Album Lyrics
School of Rock The Musical Soundtrack Lyrics
- I'm Too Hot for You
- When I Climb To The Top Of Mount Rock
- Horace Green Alma Mater
- Here At Horace Green
- Variation 7 / Children of Rock
- Give Up Your Dreams
- Queen of the Night
- Youre in the Band
- If Only You Would Listen
- In The End Of Time
- The Faculty Quadrille
- Stick It to the Man
- Time to Play
- Where Did The Rock Go
- The Math Song
- Deweys Confession
- Teachers Pet
- Finale
- The Legend of the Rent
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When I Climb To The Top Of Mount Rock
(Performed by Alex Brightman (Dewey)
I'll be strumming my axe
In a basement dive
With my totally kick-ass band
When an army of A&R men will arrive
With pens and contracts in hand
And they'll whisk me away in a big black car
And the record execs and the girls from PR
They'll know from the start
What I major league star I will be!!!
Just wait and see!!!
When I climb to the top of mount rock
And I'm there staring down from the heights
With the crowd at my feet and a seven inch bulge
In my lizard skin spandex tights
I'll dive off the edge straight into a crowd
That's screaming my name out loud
And the gates will unlock
At the top of mount rock
I'll be blowing out amps
Playing stadium shows
On my sold out galactic tour
And I'll blister the ears
Of the first thousand rows
And leave while they beg for more
Then I'll pop the champagne
And the party will rage
Now brown M&Ms in my green room backstage
Bigger than Hendrix, and Clapton, and Page
And the rest, the all-time best!!!!
When I climb to the top of Mount Rock
And I'm perched at the uppermost peak
With a legion of groupies all duking it out
For my chiseled rock god physique
And I'll scatter hit singles all over the land
With my 12 Grammys in hand
Watch the fan boys all flock
At the top of Mount Rock
The doubters, and the haters,
And the hipsters let 'em laugh
Soon they'll all be begging for my roadie's autograph
I know my time is coming
Well hopefully it's coming
I'm pretty sure it's coming any day
Once they hear my play!!!!!
Then the dreams that I had since the day I turned 10
Will be finally coming true
And no one'll call me a loser again
Or tell me what I can't do!
So I hold my head high and keep strumming those strings,
And grab any chance that my destiny brings.
And I'll rise, and I'll rise, and I'll rise,
And the wings of my soul
Up where I belong!!!!!!
And I'll climb to the top of Mountain Rock!
And be part of that heavenly scene
With Odin and Zeus on the bass and the drums
And Thor playing tambourine.
And Amos and Janis and Kurt will appear
And Jesus'll toss me a beer
And we'll jam 'round the clock
At the top of Mount Rock
At the top of Mount Rock
At the top of Mount Rock!!!!!!!
I'll be strumming my axe
In a basement dive
With my totally kick-ass band
When an army of A&R men will arrive
With pens and contracts in hand
And they'll whisk me away in a big black car
And the record execs and the girls from PR
They'll know from the start
What I major league star I will be!!!
Just wait and see!!!
When I climb to the top of mount rock
And I'm there staring down from the heights
With the crowd at my feet and a seven inch bulge
In my lizard skin spandex tights
I'll dive off the edge straight into a crowd
That's screaming my name out loud
And the gates will unlock
At the top of mount rock
I'll be blowing out amps
Playing stadium shows
On my sold out galactic tour
And I'll blister the ears
Of the first thousand rows
And leave while they beg for more
Then I'll pop the champagne
And the party will rage
Now brown M&Ms in my green room backstage
Bigger than Hendrix, and Clapton, and Page
And the rest, the all-time best!!!!
When I climb to the top of Mount Rock
And I'm perched at the uppermost peak
With a legion of groupies all duking it out
For my chiseled rock god physique
And I'll scatter hit singles all over the land
With my 12 Grammys in hand
Watch the fan boys all flock
At the top of Mount Rock
The doubters, and the haters,
And the hipsters let 'em laugh
Soon they'll all be begging for my roadie's autograph
I know my time is coming
Well hopefully it's coming
I'm pretty sure it's coming any day
Once they hear my play!!!!!
Then the dreams that I had since the day I turned 10
Will be finally coming true
And no one'll call me a loser again
Or tell me what I can't do!
So I hold my head high and keep strumming those strings,
And grab any chance that my destiny brings.
And I'll rise, and I'll rise, and I'll rise,
And the wings of my soul
Up where I belong!!!!!!
And I'll climb to the top of Mountain Rock!
And be part of that heavenly scene
With Odin and Zeus on the bass and the drums
And Thor playing tambourine.
And Amos and Janis and Kurt will appear
And Jesus'll toss me a beer
And we'll jam 'round the clock
At the top of Mount Rock
At the top of Mount Rock
At the top of Mount Rock!!!!!!!
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Horace Green Alma Mater
(Performed by Sierra Boggess (Rosalie), Students and Teachers)
No running!
Zack! Zack! Don't make me call you twice.
Try to walk as if you're going somewhere. Look at you! Tuck in your shirt.
Good morning, Mr. Moonihav. Good morning, Zack.
Good morning Mrs. Hathaway. Good morning, Summer.
Good morning, Ms. Mullens.
Ms. Mullens, I wonder if I could bother you for a moment-
Mom, your car is in the 'No-Parking' zone.
I know, honey, but I just wanted to-
Mom, I'll do the asking. Go move the car.
All right, honey, if you're- She's so definite, isn't she just?
You're sure you've got everything?
Your homework, your books?
Good morning Mr. and Mr. Spencer-Williams. Hello, Tamika.
Good morning, Ms. Mullens.
How's she settling in?
It's hard to join a new school at your age, but she'll be fine.
And your cold's completely gone?
It wasn't a cold, just an allergy.
I- I'm holding her lunch. Christ, Kevin, I'm holding her lunch. Tamika!
Here at Horace Green
We face the future
Always striving, eager to succeed.
Here at Horace Green
The old traditions shape who we are
In word and deed.
Solemn and serene
We shoulder duties, seek perfection
Toil and never rest,
Thanks to Horace Green.
Our Alma Mater will take our place
Amongst the best.
Here at Horace Green
We march in lock-step
Ever upward, destined to achieve.
Here at Horace Green
We go forth proudly
Marked for success the day we leave.
And we shall achieve
In here till after
Decked with honor
Spread throughout these halls.
Thanks to Horace Green,
Our Alma Mater.
Nothing will shake these ivy walls.
Nothing will shake these ivy walls!
No running!
Zack! Zack! Don't make me call you twice.
Try to walk as if you're going somewhere. Look at you! Tuck in your shirt.
Good morning, Mr. Moonihav. Good morning, Zack.
Good morning Mrs. Hathaway. Good morning, Summer.
Good morning, Ms. Mullens.
Ms. Mullens, I wonder if I could bother you for a moment-
Mom, your car is in the 'No-Parking' zone.
I know, honey, but I just wanted to-
Mom, I'll do the asking. Go move the car.
All right, honey, if you're- She's so definite, isn't she just?
You're sure you've got everything?
Your homework, your books?
Good morning Mr. and Mr. Spencer-Williams. Hello, Tamika.
Good morning, Ms. Mullens.
How's she settling in?
It's hard to join a new school at your age, but she'll be fine.
And your cold's completely gone?
It wasn't a cold, just an allergy.
I- I'm holding her lunch. Christ, Kevin, I'm holding her lunch. Tamika!
Here at Horace Green
We face the future
Always striving, eager to succeed.
Here at Horace Green
The old traditions shape who we are
In word and deed.
Solemn and serene
We shoulder duties, seek perfection
Toil and never rest,
Thanks to Horace Green.
Our Alma Mater will take our place
Amongst the best.
Here at Horace Green
We march in lock-step
Ever upward, destined to achieve.
Here at Horace Green
We go forth proudly
Marked for success the day we leave.
And we shall achieve
In here till after
Decked with honor
Spread throughout these halls.
Thanks to Horace Green,
Our Alma Mater.
Nothing will shake these ivy walls.
Nothing will shake these ivy walls!
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Here At Horace Green
(Performed by Sierra Boggess (Rosalie)
Here at Horace Green our name has come to mean pure excellence in every sense.
Which we commandeer for quite a lofty yearly fee.
When they write those checks each parent here expects their child to earn a high return.
And because they do the pressure's on for you and me.
Here at Horace Green, we rule the rankings, lead the funding, test right off the chart.
Greatness is routine, the board demands it, or we will both be ripped apart.
At our hallowed school, the children as a rule learn discipline. We drill it in.
With as you might guess, the fear of doing less than well.
While they're in our care, we tenderly prepare them to compete with the elite.
Till they are dispersed to Harvard, or at worst, Cornell.
Here at Horace Green, we take top honors, crush our rivals, wear the prep school crown.
There's no in between, we get results here or the alums will hunt us down.
Here at Horace Green, we stick to custom, keep on schedule, do what must be done.
Don't and it will mean I go ballistic.
Right, then that's all. Good luck. Have fun.
Here at Horace Green our name has come to mean pure excellence in every sense.
Which we commandeer for quite a lofty yearly fee.
When they write those checks each parent here expects their child to earn a high return.
And because they do the pressure's on for you and me.
Here at Horace Green, we rule the rankings, lead the funding, test right off the chart.
Greatness is routine, the board demands it, or we will both be ripped apart.
At our hallowed school, the children as a rule learn discipline. We drill it in.
With as you might guess, the fear of doing less than well.
While they're in our care, we tenderly prepare them to compete with the elite.
Till they are dispersed to Harvard, or at worst, Cornell.
Here at Horace Green, we take top honors, crush our rivals, wear the prep school crown.
There's no in between, we get results here or the alums will hunt us down.
Here at Horace Green, we stick to custom, keep on schedule, do what must be done.
Don't and it will mean I go ballistic.
Right, then that's all. Good luck. Have fun.
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Variation 7 / Children of Rock
(Performed by Alex Brightman (Dewey) and Spencer Moses (Ned)
[Dewey]
Can't you imagine?
How it'll be?
We'll ding our axes,
Knights of Bad-assery.
[Ned (spoken)]
That's in the past, Dewey.
[Dewey]
Decked out in leather
[Ned (spoken)]
Leather?
[Dewey]
Six strings ablaze.
[Ned (spoken]
Remember the rush man,
Just like the good old days.
Crowd caught in steaming, everybody's screaming.
Dude, we were monsters of rock.
Framed in the spotlight, basking in the hot light.
We were stinking giants of rock.
Teenagers raving, lighters up and waving, just 'cause we're titans of rock.
Oh oh fingers shaking, we're legends in the making.
Why? Cause we're Children Of Rock.
Picture the mayhem
[Ned]
I see it all!
[Both]
Maggot Death Mania
Fans going off the walls!
[Dewey]
Amps overloading, energy exploding.
Us, being monsters of rock.
[Ned]
Place feeling hectic, atmosphere electric.
Dude, we'll be giants of rock.
[Dewey]
Hey hey dimming reeling, don't ya miss the feeling.
We can be titans of rock.
[Both]
Full throttle jamming, hardcore body slamming.
death metal Children Of Rock.
[Dewey]
And when it's over
[Ned]
One mighty roar
[Both]
10,000 voices, begging for just one more!
[Dewey]
Can't you imagine?
How it'll be?
We'll ding our axes,
Knights of Bad-assery.
[Ned (spoken)]
That's in the past, Dewey.
[Dewey]
Decked out in leather
[Ned (spoken)]
Leather?
[Dewey]
Six strings ablaze.
[Ned (spoken]
Remember the rush man,
Just like the good old days.
Crowd caught in steaming, everybody's screaming.
Dude, we were monsters of rock.
Framed in the spotlight, basking in the hot light.
We were stinking giants of rock.
Teenagers raving, lighters up and waving, just 'cause we're titans of rock.
Oh oh fingers shaking, we're legends in the making.
Why? Cause we're Children Of Rock.
Picture the mayhem
[Ned]
I see it all!
[Both]
Maggot Death Mania
Fans going off the walls!
[Dewey]
Amps overloading, energy exploding.
Us, being monsters of rock.
[Ned]
Place feeling hectic, atmosphere electric.
Dude, we'll be giants of rock.
[Dewey]
Hey hey dimming reeling, don't ya miss the feeling.
We can be titans of rock.
[Both]
Full throttle jamming, hardcore body slamming.
death metal Children Of Rock.
[Dewey]
And when it's over
[Ned]
One mighty roar
[Both]
10,000 voices, begging for just one more!
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Give Up Your Dreams
You've always been a dreamer
You've always aimed so high
It's truly been inspiring to see
And so we wanna give you a little free advice
And we mean this with complete sincerity
Give up your dreams
Your dreams are lame and weak
Can't you see your talent free you sad deluded freak
Times up you loser and soon you'll have to pay
Sell the viny, pawn the amps, and put your little dreams away
We don't mean to upset you or maybe yeah we do
We simply want to share the way we feel
And now that we're all older and should be more mature
We ought to cut the bull and let's get real
Give up your dreams
And get a freaking job
We are through supporting you, You parasitic slob
Starbucks is calling, McDonald's says hello Walmart's kinco take your pick
Pack your useless dreams and go
Can't you just picture how sweet it will be when you're finally gone and we're finally free
And the heavens will part and a light will appear
Little kids of all races will joins hands and cheer
And the bells how they'll ring
And all of creation will lift up their voices and sing
Give up your dreams
Their never coming true
Learn to cope with zero hope like normal people do
No more excuses there's nothing to discuss
Ditch your pointless futile dreams and join the grown up world like us
Ditch your pointless brain dead nut job psycho dreams
And join the grown up world like us
You've always aimed so high
It's truly been inspiring to see
And so we wanna give you a little free advice
And we mean this with complete sincerity
Give up your dreams
Your dreams are lame and weak
Can't you see your talent free you sad deluded freak
Times up you loser and soon you'll have to pay
Sell the viny, pawn the amps, and put your little dreams away
We don't mean to upset you or maybe yeah we do
We simply want to share the way we feel
And now that we're all older and should be more mature
We ought to cut the bull and let's get real
Give up your dreams
And get a freaking job
We are through supporting you, You parasitic slob
Starbucks is calling, McDonald's says hello Walmart's kinco take your pick
Pack your useless dreams and go
Can't you just picture how sweet it will be when you're finally gone and we're finally free
And the heavens will part and a light will appear
Little kids of all races will joins hands and cheer
And the bells how they'll ring
And all of creation will lift up their voices and sing
Give up your dreams
Their never coming true
Learn to cope with zero hope like normal people do
No more excuses there's nothing to discuss
Ditch your pointless futile dreams and join the grown up world like us
Ditch your pointless brain dead nut job psycho dreams
And join the grown up world like us
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Queen of the Night
[MS. MULLINS, spoken]
Sit up, sit up, sit up!
Katie, cello feet!
Zack, play as written
Ah, Lawrence, perfection on the keys
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Summer, that is excellent triangle playing!
Ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
(spoken)
Stop!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
(spoken)
I said stop!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ahh
(spoken)
Freddy, I warned you about the cymbals!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
So bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr!
Sit up, sit up, sit up!
Katie, cello feet!
Zack, play as written
Ah, Lawrence, perfection on the keys
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
Summer, that is excellent triangle playing!
Ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
(spoken)
Stop!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
(spoken)
I said stop!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ahh ah ah ahh
(spoken)
Freddy, I warned you about the cymbals!
(sung)
Ahhh ah ah ah ah ah ah ahh
So bist du meine Tochter nimmermehr!
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Youre in the Band
(Performed by Alex Brightman (Dewey) and Students)
Grab a hold of your axe and try to pluck out this riff.
Let your shoulders relax, you don't wanna be so stiff.
Keep on going don't stop, take it over the top.
Make each note really pop, squeeze out every last drop.
Give it one final whop! and yes, you're in the band.
Turn a cello this way and it's practically like a bass.
Pop the strings when the play and watch how you shred my face.
Keep on rockin' each note, grab it right by the throat.
Keep the rhythm afloat, don't forget to emote.
And that's all that she wrote! Baby you're in the band.
If you play the piano, you can play the keys.
So just loosen it up and strut your expertise.
Take a look at this music and let your mind expand. You're in the band.
Sit your butt at the skins and try to whack out a beat.
Feel the groove in your pins, then slowly turn up the heat.
With a rat-a-tat-tat on the bass and hi-hat.
Make it juicy and fat, yes exactly like that! And now shut it down flat. You're in the band.
I need a couple of roadies, I need someone on tech.
Who wants to be security?
Well how about being manager? Is that something you could swing?
It means I'm putting you in charge of the whole damn thing! We've got our band.
Now repeat after me, I pledge allegiance to the band! (I pledge allegiance to the band!)
And I promise to give Mr. Schneebly full command! (I promise to give Mr. Schneebly full command!)
And with me in control of the band as a whole, we will rock and we'll roll, with our heart and our soul.
If you're in raise your hand!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
You're in the band!
We're in the band!
You're in the band!
We're in the band!
You're in the band!
Grab a hold of your axe and try to pluck out this riff.
Let your shoulders relax, you don't wanna be so stiff.
Keep on going don't stop, take it over the top.
Make each note really pop, squeeze out every last drop.
Give it one final whop! and yes, you're in the band.
Turn a cello this way and it's practically like a bass.
Pop the strings when the play and watch how you shred my face.
Keep on rockin' each note, grab it right by the throat.
Keep the rhythm afloat, don't forget to emote.
And that's all that she wrote! Baby you're in the band.
If you play the piano, you can play the keys.
So just loosen it up and strut your expertise.
Take a look at this music and let your mind expand. You're in the band.
Sit your butt at the skins and try to whack out a beat.
Feel the groove in your pins, then slowly turn up the heat.
With a rat-a-tat-tat on the bass and hi-hat.
Make it juicy and fat, yes exactly like that! And now shut it down flat. You're in the band.
I need a couple of roadies, I need someone on tech.
Who wants to be security?
Well how about being manager? Is that something you could swing?
It means I'm putting you in charge of the whole damn thing! We've got our band.
Now repeat after me, I pledge allegiance to the band! (I pledge allegiance to the band!)
And I promise to give Mr. Schneebly full command! (I promise to give Mr. Schneebly full command!)
And with me in control of the band as a whole, we will rock and we'll roll, with our heart and our soul.
If you're in raise your hand!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
I'm in the band!
You're in the band!
We're in the band!
You're in the band!
We're in the band!
You're in the band!
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If Only You Would Listen
(Performed by Students)
YOU ALWAYS TALK, TALK, TALK ALL THE TIME.
YOU NEVER LET ME GET IN A WORD.
I WISH I HAD, I HAD A DIME
FOR EV'RY THOUGHT I'VE SWALLOWED UNHEARD.
NO MATTER WHAT IT IS THAT I DO,
IT'S LIKE I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET THROUGH.
I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO SAY,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
I'VE TRIED EV'RY WHICH WAY,
AND STILL YOU NEVER LISTEN.
CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HURTING?
I COULDN'T BE MORE CLEAR.
BUT I PROMISE,
ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
YOU KNOW I TRY, TRY, TRY TO EXPLAIN--
I'M NOT THE KID YOU WANT ME TO BE.
AND YET IT'S ALL, IT'S ALL IN VAIN--
YOU JUST DON'T WANNA SEE THE REAL ME.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I'M ALL ABOUT--
AND YET YOU JUST KEEP SHUTTING ME OUT!
I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO SHARE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
YOU COULD PROVE THAT YOU CARE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
I'M NOT GONNA BEG YOU--
YOU'LL NEVER SEE A TEAR.
BUT I PROMISE, ONE DAY, I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
YEAH, YOU'LL SEE ONE DAY,
I'M GONNA MAKE YOU HEAR ME.
GOTTA FIND A WAY,
BUT YOU ARE GONNA HEAR ME.
GOT SO MUCH TO SAY
AND I'M GONNA MAKE YOU HEAR ME.
MAYBE THEN YOU'LL LISTEN!
YOU GOTTA LISTEN!
YOU NEED TO LISTEN!
YOU BETTER LISTEN!
I'VE GOT SO MUCH INSIDE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN!
JOY AND ANGER AND PRIDE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN!
IT'S NOT MUCH I'M ASKING
I ONLY WANT YOUR EAR.
YEAH, I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
IT'S NOT MUCH I'M ASKING,
I ONLY WANT YOUR EAR.
AND I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL SHAKE YOU,
SO DAMN HARD THAT AT LAST I'LL WAKE YOU,
YEAH, I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR!
YOU ALWAYS TALK, TALK, TALK ALL THE TIME.
YOU NEVER LET ME GET IN A WORD.
I WISH I HAD, I HAD A DIME
FOR EV'RY THOUGHT I'VE SWALLOWED UNHEARD.
NO MATTER WHAT IT IS THAT I DO,
IT'S LIKE I JUST CAN'T SEEM TO GET THROUGH.
I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO SAY,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
I'VE TRIED EV'RY WHICH WAY,
AND STILL YOU NEVER LISTEN.
CAN'T YOU SEE I'M HURTING?
I COULDN'T BE MORE CLEAR.
BUT I PROMISE,
ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
YOU KNOW I TRY, TRY, TRY TO EXPLAIN--
I'M NOT THE KID YOU WANT ME TO BE.
AND YET IT'S ALL, IT'S ALL IN VAIN--
YOU JUST DON'T WANNA SEE THE REAL ME.
YOU THINK YOU KNOW WHAT I'M ALL ABOUT--
AND YET YOU JUST KEEP SHUTTING ME OUT!
I'VE GOT SO MUCH TO SHARE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
YOU COULD PROVE THAT YOU CARE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN.
I'M NOT GONNA BEG YOU--
YOU'LL NEVER SEE A TEAR.
BUT I PROMISE, ONE DAY, I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
YEAH, YOU'LL SEE ONE DAY,
I'M GONNA MAKE YOU HEAR ME.
GOTTA FIND A WAY,
BUT YOU ARE GONNA HEAR ME.
GOT SO MUCH TO SAY
AND I'M GONNA MAKE YOU HEAR ME.
MAYBE THEN YOU'LL LISTEN!
YOU GOTTA LISTEN!
YOU NEED TO LISTEN!
YOU BETTER LISTEN!
I'VE GOT SO MUCH INSIDE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN!
JOY AND ANGER AND PRIDE,
IF ONLY YOU WOULD LISTEN!
IT'S NOT MUCH I'M ASKING
I ONLY WANT YOUR EAR.
YEAH, I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR.
IT'S NOT MUCH I'M ASKING,
I ONLY WANT YOUR EAR.
AND I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL SHAKE YOU,
SO DAMN HARD THAT AT LAST I'LL WAKE YOU,
YEAH, I PROMISE, ONE DAY I'LL MAKE YOU HEAR!
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In The End Of Time
In the end of time
It was a man who knew the road
And the writing was written on a stone
In the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one could seem to understand
In his heart, he knew
That the artist must be true
But the legend of the rent was way past due
But you think you'll be just fine
Without me but you're mine
You think you can just kick me out of the band
Well, there's just one problem there:
The band is MINE!
How can you kick me out of what is mine?
Well, you're not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
Yeah! You are not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
Yeah! The legend of the rent was way hardcore
It was a man who knew the road
And the writing was written on a stone
In the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one could seem to understand
In his heart, he knew
That the artist must be true
But the legend of the rent was way past due
But you think you'll be just fine
Without me but you're mine
You think you can just kick me out of the band
Well, there's just one problem there:
The band is MINE!
How can you kick me out of what is mine?
Well, you're not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
Yeah! You are not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
Yeah! The legend of the rent was way hardcore
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The Faculty Quadrille
(Performed by Teachers)
Here at Horace Green,
our purpose is to glean good test results,
from pre-adults,
making sure each child is,
drilled, and ranked, and filed by score.
Hence one would expect,
our garishly bedecked new substitute,
to follow suit,
schneebly though comes in and,
dicipline goes out the door.
Here at Horace Green,
there's stolen glances, playful whispers,
giggling in the gym,
what it all can mean,
is quite confounding, still one thing's clear,
it comes from HIM.
Have you seen that psychedelic van that he's got?
Left in the lot, parked in my spot,
with that naked lady painted right on the rear?
what about those sloppy looking outfits he's had?
Stripes mixed with plaid, all smelling bad!
Rather like bertulli, dirty sweat socks, and beer!
Don't forget his cocky, overconfident air!
Grease in his hair!
Stains everywhere!
And that awful lingo far too crude to discuss!
Plus the endless music coming right through his door,
hard to ignore,
and further more,
worst of all the children all like him more than US!
Here at Horace Green,
we groom achievers, keep them focused, minimize their quirks,
Schneebly hits the scene, they smile!
Laugh!
Beam!
Who knows what he does, but God, it works.
(Overlapping) Here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green!
Here at Horace Green, we have a system,
which we keep to, as we're told we should,
think what it would mean to do things his way,
maybe we too would do some good!
Maybe we too would do some good.
Here at Horace Green,
our purpose is to glean good test results,
from pre-adults,
making sure each child is,
drilled, and ranked, and filed by score.
Hence one would expect,
our garishly bedecked new substitute,
to follow suit,
schneebly though comes in and,
dicipline goes out the door.
Here at Horace Green,
there's stolen glances, playful whispers,
giggling in the gym,
what it all can mean,
is quite confounding, still one thing's clear,
it comes from HIM.
Have you seen that psychedelic van that he's got?
Left in the lot, parked in my spot,
with that naked lady painted right on the rear?
what about those sloppy looking outfits he's had?
Stripes mixed with plaid, all smelling bad!
Rather like bertulli, dirty sweat socks, and beer!
Don't forget his cocky, overconfident air!
Grease in his hair!
Stains everywhere!
And that awful lingo far too crude to discuss!
Plus the endless music coming right through his door,
hard to ignore,
and further more,
worst of all the children all like him more than US!
Here at Horace Green,
we groom achievers, keep them focused, minimize their quirks,
Schneebly hits the scene, they smile!
Laugh!
Beam!
Who knows what he does, but God, it works.
(Overlapping) Here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green, here at Horace Green!
Here at Horace Green, we have a system,
which we keep to, as we're told we should,
think what it would mean to do things his way,
maybe we too would do some good!
Maybe we too would do some good.
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Stick It to the Man
(Performed by Alex Brightman (Dewey) and Students)
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man.
Rant and rave
and scream and shout.
Get all of your aggression out.
They try to stop you,
let 'em know
exactly where they all can go.
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man.
Parents overwork ya,
Stick It To The Man!
Hate The Way They Jerk Ya!
Tired of the system!
Stick it to the man!
Rise up every system!
Stick it to the man!
Break the rules,
Ignore the signs!
And color way outside the line!
Go off the script!
Do what you like!
They hate it, they can take a hike.
And do it just as loudly as you can!!
Stick it to the man!
"If you're feeling angry,
then put into your music!!!
Failing MP Sessions!
Stick it to the man!
Parents all up in your face yes!?
Stick it to the man!
Bullied for eating good snack foods!
Stick it to the man!
Rock the house and make a scene
And cranks the amps to 17.
And scream until their ears are shot
They all can kiss your you know what.
Do everything they ever tried to ban!!
Stick it to the man!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man!
Rant and rave and scream and shout!
Stick your middle finger out!
Just be rude,
And rip your jeans.
And show 'em what rebellion means.
Let's barge in someone else's camera van!
Especially those we're SO much cooler than!
It's time to throw some shit against a fan!
There's no way you can stop,
The School Of Rock!!!!!!!!!!!
Stick it to the man!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man.
Rant and rave
and scream and shout.
Get all of your aggression out.
They try to stop you,
let 'em know
exactly where they all can go.
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man.
Parents overwork ya,
Stick It To The Man!
Hate The Way They Jerk Ya!
Tired of the system!
Stick it to the man!
Rise up every system!
Stick it to the man!
Break the rules,
Ignore the signs!
And color way outside the line!
Go off the script!
Do what you like!
They hate it, they can take a hike.
And do it just as loudly as you can!!
Stick it to the man!
"If you're feeling angry,
then put into your music!!!
Failing MP Sessions!
Stick it to the man!
Parents all up in your face yes!?
Stick it to the man!
Bullied for eating good snack foods!
Stick it to the man!
Rock the house and make a scene
And cranks the amps to 17.
And scream until their ears are shot
They all can kiss your you know what.
Do everything they ever tried to ban!!
Stick it to the man!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man!
Rant and rave and scream and shout!
Stick your middle finger out!
Just be rude,
And rip your jeans.
And show 'em what rebellion means.
Let's barge in someone else's camera van!
Especially those we're SO much cooler than!
It's time to throw some shit against a fan!
There's no way you can stop,
The School Of Rock!!!!!!!!!!!
Stick it to the man!
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Time to Play
(Performed by Isabella Russo (Summer) and Students)
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.
You. No one comes through that door.
No distractions, no delays. This is for our resumes.
So, it's time to go hardcore.
Won't talk, no gum smacking. Cell phones away.
Go punk and start packing. Get to work, it's time to play.
Wake up. Stop daydreaming. Do as I say.
Get those guitars screaming. Clear the room it's time to play.
You. Go on and cue the lightboard.
You. Show them the new hot moves.
Look rebellious, act more crude. Bring your best bad attitude.
Band, get ready and let's groove.
Hips out and heads banging. Worked up sashay.
Now bring the whole gang and hustle up it's time to play.
Hands high and fists pumping. Sneers on display.
Let's get this joint jumping. Bring it on it's time to play.
Has the microphone been tested? Check. What about the stand? Check.
Please stay at hand and rested and await my next command.
Are the pyrotechnics ready and synced to the routine?
I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.
Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.
Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.
What about the song list, printed like I said?
If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger? The phaser? The pedals and effects?
Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.
Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.
I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?
Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.
Look, we don't have to waste, while you're trying to find some taste.
Fine. Here's the design. How low!
Six strings and drums beating. Don't stop halfway.
Let's leave some ears bleeding. Turn it up it's time to play.
Don't slack, there's no cruising, no way Jose!
This band is not losing. Bring the noise it's time to play.
Rock the mics it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play!
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.
You. No one comes through that door.
No distractions, no delays. This is for our resumes.
So, it's time to go hardcore.
Won't talk, no gum smacking. Cell phones away.
Go punk and start packing. Get to work, it's time to play.
Wake up. Stop daydreaming. Do as I say.
Get those guitars screaming. Clear the room it's time to play.
You. Go on and cue the lightboard.
You. Show them the new hot moves.
Look rebellious, act more crude. Bring your best bad attitude.
Band, get ready and let's groove.
Hips out and heads banging. Worked up sashay.
Now bring the whole gang and hustle up it's time to play.
Hands high and fists pumping. Sneers on display.
Let's get this joint jumping. Bring it on it's time to play.
Has the microphone been tested? Check. What about the stand? Check.
Please stay at hand and rested and await my next command.
Are the pyrotechnics ready and synced to the routine?
I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.
Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.
Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.
What about the song list, printed like I said?
If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger? The phaser? The pedals and effects?
Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.
Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.
I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?
Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.
Look, we don't have to waste, while you're trying to find some taste.
Fine. Here's the design. How low!
Six strings and drums beating. Don't stop halfway.
Let's leave some ears bleeding. Turn it up it's time to play.
Don't slack, there's no cruising, no way Jose!
This band is not losing. Bring the noise it's time to play.
Rock the mics it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play.
World watch out it's time to play!
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Where Did The Rock Go
(Performed by Sierra Boggess (Rosalie)
Back when I was younger, wild and bold and free,
I can still remember, how the music used to be.
Chords like rolling thunder, loud beyond control,
Every note and lyric branded right across my soul.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the rush of those electric guitars?
Where are all those voices raised in heaven,
Blazing down like shooting stars?
Tell me where is the passion?
Where's the rattle and the roar and the buzz?
Where do last year's one-hit-wonders go to?
And what happened to the girl I was?
Somehow I got older, year by busy year.
Guess the songs kept playing, but I didn't stop to hear.
All that youth and swagger turned to grown-up doubt,
as the world spun like a record, and the music faded out.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the pounding of the drums in my veins?
When did all the static fill the airwaves?
When it's gone, then what remains?
Tell me where did the time go?
Where's the joy I used to know, way back when?
Where's the power and the beauty?
Then the frantic end, the rapture?
Where's the magic of the moments only rock could ever capture?
Now the only thing I'm hearing, are the echoes disappearing.
Sorry for the outburst. Please, I'll be okay.
Let's keep this our secret. Who'd believe it anyway?
We'll pretend it never happened, file it and forget.
Still, thanks for the reminder that there's music in the end.
Where did the rock go?
All those feelings that I learned to ignore?
If you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?
Where did the rock go?
Back when I was younger, wild and bold and free,
I can still remember, how the music used to be.
Chords like rolling thunder, loud beyond control,
Every note and lyric branded right across my soul.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the rush of those electric guitars?
Where are all those voices raised in heaven,
Blazing down like shooting stars?
Tell me where is the passion?
Where's the rattle and the roar and the buzz?
Where do last year's one-hit-wonders go to?
And what happened to the girl I was?
Somehow I got older, year by busy year.
Guess the songs kept playing, but I didn't stop to hear.
All that youth and swagger turned to grown-up doubt,
as the world spun like a record, and the music faded out.
Where did the rock go?
Where's the pounding of the drums in my veins?
When did all the static fill the airwaves?
When it's gone, then what remains?
Tell me where did the time go?
Where's the joy I used to know, way back when?
Where's the power and the beauty?
Then the frantic end, the rapture?
Where's the magic of the moments only rock could ever capture?
Now the only thing I'm hearing, are the echoes disappearing.
Sorry for the outburst. Please, I'll be okay.
Let's keep this our secret. Who'd believe it anyway?
We'll pretend it never happened, file it and forget.
Still, thanks for the reminder that there's music in the end.
Where did the rock go?
All those feelings that I learned to ignore?
If you flip the record and start over, does it sound the way it did before?
Where did the rock go?
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The Math Song
DEWEY:
Math is a wonderful thing
Math is a really cool thing
So get off ur act let's do some math
Math, math, math, math, math
3-4 is?
KID:
-1
That's right!
And 6 times a billion is?
KID:
6 billion?
Nailed it!
And 54 is 45 more than what is the answer Marta?
KID:
9
No it's 8
KID:
No it's 9
Yes I was testing you its 9!
And that's a magic number
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Deweys Confession
(Performed by Alex Brightman (Dewey), Sierra Boggess (Rosalie), Mamie Parris (Patty), Spencer Moses (Ned) and Parents)
Patty: (spoken) He's an imposter! This is the real Ned Schneebly, and this loser, is Dewey Finn.
He's not even a teacher! He can barley read!
Dewey: (sung) Alright, yes I confess that my actual name is Dewey Finn.
Parent: (spoken) NO!
Dewey: (sung) Yes indeed.
And although you should know I'm not licensed to teach, I promise you, I can read.
Parent: (spoken) Oh my god!
Dewey: (sung) But forget who or what I might happen to be, these children of yours have truly touched me.
And I can assure I have definitely touched them. (spoken) well most of them.
Parents: (sung) I got it through, She had no clue, we're gonna sue, where is she?
Patty: That pile of epic fail!
Parents: How would you see that you allow? That little creep come pass!
Patty: His ass belongs in jail!
Parents: fifty thousand bucks a year, How could have we happened here!
Rosalie: (spoken) just calm down.
Parents: (sung) How. You'll tell us how and that.
Rosalie:
(spoken) (overlapping) just calm down now I employ there's no need to be alarmed,
and I encase to assure you that no children here were harmed.
While this criminal intrusion unexceptionable invest, let's not jump to conclusions to the damage is assessed.
If there's anyone to blame it's all completely mine, I'm the one who came here no one else can resign.
Now I got your attention I think we can confirm just LISTEN!
Parents:
(sung) (overlapping) Here at Horace Green, a total outrage.
We want answers. Here at Horace Green, Jesus it's unseen.
We'll pull our children send them elsewhere.
Somewhere we can trust! Here at Horace Green, how could this HAPPEN!
Rosalie: (spoken) sorry to inform you, that all of your children, are missing.
Patty: (spoken) He's an imposter! This is the real Ned Schneebly, and this loser, is Dewey Finn.
He's not even a teacher! He can barley read!
Dewey: (sung) Alright, yes I confess that my actual name is Dewey Finn.
Parent: (spoken) NO!
Dewey: (sung) Yes indeed.
And although you should know I'm not licensed to teach, I promise you, I can read.
Parent: (spoken) Oh my god!
Dewey: (sung) But forget who or what I might happen to be, these children of yours have truly touched me.
And I can assure I have definitely touched them. (spoken) well most of them.
Parents: (sung) I got it through, She had no clue, we're gonna sue, where is she?
Patty: That pile of epic fail!
Parents: How would you see that you allow? That little creep come pass!
Patty: His ass belongs in jail!
Parents: fifty thousand bucks a year, How could have we happened here!
Rosalie: (spoken) just calm down.
Parents: (sung) How. You'll tell us how and that.
Rosalie:
(spoken) (overlapping) just calm down now I employ there's no need to be alarmed,
and I encase to assure you that no children here were harmed.
While this criminal intrusion unexceptionable invest, let's not jump to conclusions to the damage is assessed.
If there's anyone to blame it's all completely mine, I'm the one who came here no one else can resign.
Now I got your attention I think we can confirm just LISTEN!
Parents:
(sung) (overlapping) Here at Horace Green, a total outrage.
We want answers. Here at Horace Green, Jesus it's unseen.
We'll pull our children send them elsewhere.
Somewhere we can trust! Here at Horace Green, how could this HAPPEN!
Rosalie: (spoken) sorry to inform you, that all of your children, are missing.
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Teachers Pet
(Performed by Alex Brightman and Company)
Baby, we was makin' straight A's
But we were stuck in a dumb daze
Don't take much to memorize your lies
I feel like I've been hypnotized
And then, that magic man, he come to town.
Woo-Wee! He come n spun my head around
He said "Recess is in session,
Two and two make five."
And now, baby, oh, I'm alive.
Ah Yea! I am alive.
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
Oh, you know I was on the Honor Roll
Got good grades, and got no soul
Raise my hand before I can speak my mind
I've been biting my tongue too many times
And then that magic man took to obey (uh huh)
Do what magic man do, not what magic man say
Now, can I please have the attention of the class.
Today's ass-ignment... (hem hem)
KICK SOME ASS!
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
This is my final exam
Now ya'll know who I am
I might not be that perfect son
But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done
Baby, we was makin' straight A's
But we were stuck in a dumb daze
Don't take much to memorize your lies
I feel like I've been hypnotized
And then, that magic man, he come to town.
Woo-Wee! He come n spun my head around
He said "Recess is in session,
Two and two make five."
And now, baby, oh, I'm alive.
Ah Yea! I am alive.
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
Oh, you know I was on the Honor Roll
Got good grades, and got no soul
Raise my hand before I can speak my mind
I've been biting my tongue too many times
And then that magic man took to obey (uh huh)
Do what magic man do, not what magic man say
Now, can I please have the attention of the class.
Today's ass-ignment... (hem hem)
KICK SOME ASS!
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
And if you wanna be the teacher's pet
Well, baby, you just better forget it.
Rock got no reason, rock got no rhyme
You better get me to school on time.
This is my final exam
Now ya'll know who I am
I might not be that perfect son
But ya'll be rockin' when I'm done
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Finale
(Performed by Full Company)
Hi, we're the School of Rock.
And we think, you are really
gonna enjoy this one.
So come on!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man!
Rant and rave
and scream and shout.
Get all of your aggression out.
They try to stop you,
let 'em know
exactly where they all can go.
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man.
One more time it's Zach Mooneyham!
[Guitar Solo]
And make some noise, it's
Lawrence on keys!
[Keyboard Solo]
Come on! Sing with us!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
Rant and rave and scream and shout!
Stick your middle finger out!
Just be rude,
And rip your jeans.
And show 'em what rebellion means.
Do everything they ever tried to ban!
And tell 'em where to stick your
boring plan!
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man!
Stick it to the man!
Stick it to the man!
Ahh...
Mein touchter nimmermehr.
Ahh...
Mein touchter nimmermehr.
Hi, we're the School of Rock.
And we think, you are really
gonna enjoy this one.
So come on!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
There's been one solution,
Since the world began.
Don't just sit and take it,
Stick it to the man!
Rant and rave
and scream and shout.
Get all of your aggression out.
They try to stop you,
let 'em know
exactly where they all can go.
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man.
One more time it's Zach Mooneyham!
[Guitar Solo]
And make some noise, it's
Lawrence on keys!
[Keyboard Solo]
Come on! Sing with us!
When the world has screwed you,
And crushed you in it's fist.
When the way your treated,
Has got you good and pissed.
Rant and rave and scream and shout!
Stick your middle finger out!
Just be rude,
And rip your jeans.
And show 'em what rebellion means.
Do everything they ever tried to ban!
And tell 'em where to stick your
boring plan!
And do it just as loudly as you can!
Stick it to the man!
Stick it to the man!
Stick it to the man!
Ahh...
Mein touchter nimmermehr.
Ahh...
Mein touchter nimmermehr.
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The Legend of the Rent
In the end of time
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing, was written on the stone
In the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one, seemed to understand
In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend, of the rent was way past due
Well you think you'll be just fine...without me, but your mine!
You think you can, kick me out of the band
Well there's just one problem there
The band is mine
How can you kick me out...of what is mine
You're not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
Well you're not hardcore
(No you're not hardcore)
Unless you live hardcore
(Unless you live hardcore)
But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
There was a man who knew the road
And the writing, was written on the stone
In the ancient time
An artist led the way
But no one, seemed to understand
In his heart he knew
The artist must be true
But the legend, of the rent was way past due
Well you think you'll be just fine...without me, but your mine!
You think you can, kick me out of the band
Well there's just one problem there
The band is mine
How can you kick me out...of what is mine
You're not hardcore
Unless you live hardcore
Well you're not hardcore
(No you're not hardcore)
Unless you live hardcore
(Unless you live hardcore)
But the legend of the rent was way hardcore
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School of Rock is a rock musical with music by Andrew Lloyd Webber, lyrics by Glenn Slater and a book by Julian Fellowes. Based on the 2003 film of the same name, written by Mike White, the musical follows Dewey Finn, an out-of-work rock singer and guitarist who pretends to be a substitute teacher at a prestigious prep school. After identifying the musical talent in his students, Dewey forms a band of fifth-graders, in an attempt to win the upcoming Battle of the Bands contest.
The musical made its Broadway debut and world premiere on December 6, 2015, at the Winter Garden Theatre, following previews from November 9, 2015, directed by Laurence Connor and starring Alex Brightman as Dewey Finn and Sierra Boggess as Rosalie Mullins. The musical made its West End debut at the Gillian Lynne Theatre on November 14, 2016.
-Wikipedia
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Musical The musical made its Broadway debut and world premiere on December 6, 2015, at the Winter Garden Theatre, following previews from November 9, 2015, directed by Laurence Connor and starring Alex Brightman as Dewey Finn and Sierra Boggess as Rosalie Mullins. The musical made its West End debut at the Gillian Lynne Theatre on November 14, 2016.
-Wikipedia
Length: 65:00
Released: December 4th, 2015
Year: 2015