Karaoké The Smell of Rebellion Matilda The Musical

This school, of late has started reeking

Quiet, maggots when I'm speaking

Reeking with a most disturbing scent

Only the finest nostrils smell it but I know it oh-too-well

It is the odour of rebellion it's the bouquet of dissent

And you may bet your britches this Headmistress

Finds this foul odiferousness wholly olfactorally insulting

And so, to stop this stench's spread

I find a session of phys-ed

Sorts the merely "rank" from the "revolting"

The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat

And phys-ed will get you sweating

And it won't be long before I smell the pong of aiding and abetting

A bit of phys-ed will tell us who has a head full of rebellious thoughts

Hold, hold

Just like a rotten egg floats to the top of a bucket of water

The smell of rebellion

The stench of revolt

One, two, three, four

The reek of insubordination

I can't take this anymore

The whiff of resistance

The pong of dissent

One, two, three, four

The funk of mutiny in action

That's not right

Before a weed becomes too big and greedy

You really need to nip it in the bud

Position two

Before the worm starts to turn you must scrape off the dirt and rip it from the mud

The whiff of insurgence

The stench of intent

One, two, three, four

One, two, three, four

The reek of pre-pubescent protest

But that's not right

The funk of defiance

The odour of coup

One, two, three, four

One, two, three, four

The waft of anarchy in progress

I can't take this anymore

Once we've "exercised" these demons

They shall be too pooped for dreaming

Some double-time discipline

Should stop the rot from setting in

All right, let's step it up

Double time

One, two, three, four

Discipline, discipline for children who aren't listening for midgets who are fidgeting and whispering in history

Their chattering and chittering their nattering and twittering is tempered with a smattering of discipline

We must begin insisting on rigidity, and discipline persistently resisting this anarchistic mischieving

These minutes you are frittering on pandering and pitying while little 'uns like this they just want discipline

The simpering and whimpering the dribbling and the spittling the "miss, I need a tissue" it's an issue we can fix

There is no mystery to mastering the art of classroom mistressing it's discipline, discipline

Discipline

The smell of rebellion

The stench of revolt

The reek of pre-pubescent plotting

The whiff of resistance

The pong of dissent

The funk of moral fibre rotting

Imagine a world with no children

Close your eyes and just dream

Imagine, come on, try it the peace and the quiet a burbling stream

Now imagine a woods with a cottage

And inside that cottage we find

A dwarf called Zeek a carnival freak

Who can fold paper hats with his mind

And he says

"Don't let them steal your horses, no

Don't let them throw them away, no

If you find your way through they'll be waiting for you

Singing

"Neigh, neigh

Pfrr, pfrr, pfrr"

She's mad

Aha

And there, just like I said

The stinking maggot rears his head

Even the squitiest, pitiest mess can harbour seeds of stinkiness

Have you ever seen anything more repellent?

Have you ever smelled anything worse than

That smell of rebellion

The stench of revolt

Discipline, discipline

No more whispering

Children need discipline

The reek of insubordination

Cut out that whimpering

If you're mischiefing

She'll sniff you out

Without a doubt

The whiff of resistance she's a snout in a million

Discipline, discipline

The pong of dissent

No more whispering

Children need discipline

Cut out that whimpering

And I will not stop 'till you are squashed

'Till this rebellion is quashed

'Till glorious, sweaty discipline has washed

This sickening stench away