The Original Broadway Cast of School of Rock - Faculty Quadrille lyrics
[The Original Broadway Cast of School of Rock - Faculty Quadrille lyrics]
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
Discipline 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
Outfit's 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 furthermore
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 hit's 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
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
Discipline 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
Outfit's 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 furthermore
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 hit's 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