Mountbatten Music Leavers Song 2014

Year 11 Music students leavers song 2014 09/07/2014 Lyrics: Ooo, stop making me, Turn up to rehearsals after we leave, It's us you always see, Hiding in the cupboard stealing custard creams, Ooo stop making me. You're the best guys That we could have had, We've been through good times and bad times, But the best ones, And we thought you should know they will Stay in our hearts We're gonna miss you, You're the best guys. Ooo, Mr Marchant, Thanks for writing all of our compositions, We love all your stories, Even if you tell them constantly, Ooo Mr Marchant. You're the Mozart, Of Mountbatten School, No one can ever replace you, You're the maestro, And we know we should leave you alone when you're stressed, It's for the the best, Mr Marchant. Hunter, When you're swagging around, With a trumpet in your left and some coffee in your flask. Hunter, Tell us straight, When are we touring Canada, Africa, Glasgow, Italy, Belgium, Switzerland, Holland, And the United States. Hunter, Don't you dare, We know about you're crazy little trumpet love affair. Hunter, We know you're minion mad, You obsession is quite scary but i guess its not that bad. Hunter, Thanks for all you've done, We couldn't have done it without you, We've all gained the greatest chum. Let us go, Let us go, Can't take rehearsals anymore, Let us go, Let us go, Don't keep us in for hours more, I can't stay; I've got a trumpet lesson anyway, Let Hunter rage on, PE never bothered me anyway. Let us go, Let us go, We don't go to this school anymore, Let us go, Let us go, Marchant wants our blood and guts on the floor, And we try so hard, to go to choir, But now we're gone, Miss Thompson never wanted us anyway. They say that Amy loves to do the Tequila Samba, But no one really likes to sing this song, When she bought the scores up to choir, Everyone could tell it was dire, Now we have to sing it forever more. Grease was great so we have to thank you Thompson, Without you it would not have been so good, When you play on the piano, Beethoven is left in the shallows, Thank you for all of your hard work. Nahh nahh nahh, Na na na nahh, Na na na nahh, Whiteside. Nahh nahh nahh, Na na na nahh, Na na na nahh, Whiteside. Whiteside, we will miss you, With your banter and your sass, We know you chose to leave us once before, And then you came back, without our biscuits. So Artie from Glee, or Gareth Malone, Can't beat your falsetto. Nahh nahh nahh, Na na na nahh, Na na na nahh, Whiteside. Nahh nahh nahh, Na na na nahh, Na na na nahh, Whiteside. Sitting in a side room, Hiding from Mr Neil, Trying hard to skive PE, Just once more time. Trying to win, Music For Youth, With a classic Thompson mash up, Oh, the rehearsals never end, They go on, and on, and on, and on... Hiding, in the wheelie bins, Having many drumstick fights, Banging, on the whistle key, All the time, Joining the Carol Choir, Just to miss a day of school, Dancing to African songs in the night. Don't stop believing, Even though we're leaving, Don't cry HHHUUUNNNTTTEEERRRR, Don't stop believing, Even though we're leaving, Thank you, for EEEVVVEEERRRYYYTTTHHHIINNNGGGG, Good Bye.