Time to Play

LETRA

Time to Play

All right. Until Mr. Schneebly gets back from the faculty meeting, I am in charge.

Says who?

Says me, the band manager. Get it?

(sung)
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.

Only 36 hours 'til the battle

(sung)
You. No one comes through that door.

On it. Security, roll out!

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 light board.

Fade down to 3 and then back up to 7

You. Show them the new hot moves.

Right! Ah-5-6-7-8!

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?

I'll check.

And synced to the routine?

Check.

I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.

Duh.

Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.

I'm ordering it!

Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.

Right.

What about the song list, printed like I said?

Uh...

If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger?

Yup.

The phaser?

Yup.

The pedals and effects?

Yup.

Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.

Sure...

Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.

Right!

I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?

I'm still working out some looks.

Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.

Well, I'm thinking a grunge-punk-glam kind of look.

Look, we don't have time to waste,
While you try to find some taste.

Fine. Here's the design.

Hell no!

Oh, ditch the sequins!

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!