year 6 leavers’ concert 2013

Isambard Brunel Junior School

Year 6 Leavers’ Concert 2013


Sing a Nice Song (1)

We’d like to welcome one and allWe hope you really have a ballHope our singing’s fantasticOur costumes are coolThe acting’s the best that you’ve seen in a schoolYou’ll love every minute and say that you’re glad that you came

There’s just one thing – a little snagThe Greeks were really, really badThey loved killing and murder and battles with beastsThey argued and shouted and guzzled at feastsSo how we can make this a suitable show for us kids?

We’ll just sing a nice song ‘bout those terrible GreeksWe’ll smile as we tell of their hideous featsWe better say sorry in case we offendBut the fact is a lot met a bloodthirsty endWe don’t want to censor – we know that it’s wrongWe’ll soften the blow with a delicate songAnd hope that our voices will help to disguiseAll the gory events right in front of your eyes


Sing a Nice Song (2)

We’ll sing a nice song ‘bout the terrible GreeksWe hope that you’ll cope – that your stomach’s not weakYou’ll deal with the violence, you’ll deal with the goreAt the end of the show you’ll be yelling for moreWe’ll sing a nice song ‘bout the terrible GreeksAnd hope you don’t mind but we’ve been trying for weeksTo think of a nice way of telling our taleBut the Greeks were disgusting and so we have failedThe Greeks were disgusting so here is our tale


Twelve Heroic Tasks

Hercules he was so badFirst his mean wife sent him madPut him in a very nasty moodCan’t believe the thing he did:Murdered his half-dozen kisNot thing thing a hero ought to do

CHORUSHercules – what shall we do?Naughty step’s too good for youNeed a punishment and one to lastNeed you show you’re capableOf knowing what’s acceptableBetter give you twelve heroic tasks


Twelve Heroic Tasks

Hercules went to TirynsWhere the king was really meanHe would often swear and shout and cussHerc knew that it would be toughGood was not quite good enoughHad to work to please Eurythesus

CHORUSHercules – what shall we do?Naughty step’s too good for youNeed a punishment and one to lastNeed you show you’re capableOf knowing what’s acceptableBetter give you twelve heroic tasks

When he saw what he had doneHercules began to runTo the temple where Apollo stayedThe god said, “Purify your soul“Ten labours will make it whole“No pollution so you will behave”Chorus


That Lion Mustn’t Sleep Tonight (1)

Hercules was sent to NemeanWhere he met a nasty old lionLoved to eat the warriors of townThey all hoped that Herc would bring him down

The lion would look like a girlAnd when approach it’s claws unfurl

CHORUSHercules you have to actDo something ‘bout that awful catUse your muscle, use your mightThat lion mustn’t sleep tonightHercules we look to youDo what a hero ought to doWe need you to put this right:That lion mustn’t sleep tonight


That Lion Mustn’t Sleep Tonight (2)

First thing that he tried was archeryBut its skin was tough as tough can beWeapons seemed a total waste of timeHow would Hercules defeat the lion?

He lured it back into its caveAnd followed it – boy he was brave!

CHORUSHercules you have to actDo something ‘bout that awful catUse your muscle, use your mightThat lion mustn’t sleep tonightHercules we look to youDo what a hero ought to doWe need you to put this right:That lion mustn’t sleep tonight

Close together, dimly litHe reached around and strangled itChorus


Hide in Your Pot (1)

When he sent Herc for the lionEurythesus thought that would be thatHe thought that no-one could lay any blow onThat man-eating beast of a catSo when he came back to TyrnsBoasting the score was one-nilSomething went ping in the mind of the kingAnd he said he was feeling quite ill

He called for a pot made of bronzeWhen they asked what for he responded

CHORUSHide in your pot when you’re frightenedHide in your pot when you’re scaredWhen you sense a crisos then reach for your pithosAnd no-one will know that you’re there


Hide in Your Pot (2)

This showed the king was a coward:For ev’ry task finished henceHerc was instructed all work be conductedOutside the perimeter fenceThis made the king look quite foolishPeople would giggle and scareNothing less cooler than seeing your rulerHidden in Greek kitchenware

There’s never another bossWho had his HQ in a pithos

CHORUSHide in your pot when you’re frightenedHide in your pot when you’re scaredWhen you sense a crisos then reach for your pithosAnd no-one will know that you’re there

Don’t be ashamed if you’re weakJust say you’re being a bit GreekChorus


Hiya Hiya Hiya (1)

CHORUSHiya, hiya, hiya, hiya – I’m a hydraGot more heads than little legs upon a spidahCut one off and two grow back that might surprise yahYou will die after you try to kill a hydra

Two heads are better than one which means I’m bestI will beat anyone in any contestMy blood is venomous and chock full of muckIt takes a single drop to make you say goodbye to life so...Chorus

If you go to Lerna then that’s where I stayThe fumes are poisonous so best stay awayWhen you are chthonic then you’re quite down to earthCreatures who live in the soil will make you say goodbye to life so...Chorus


Thirty Years of Poo (1)

Here I am at the stableAnd a thousand cattle all live hereThere’s no-one at the stableWho has cleaned it out in thirty yearsSo the smell at the stableBrings a tear or two into the eyeDon’t breath in at the stableIf do you’ll quickly find out why

There is poo at the stableAnd it towers up into the airWatch your step at the stableThere is mess around you best bewareIt is gross at the stableAnd my tasks is not a pleasant oneWish me luck at the stableIt’s a labour that will run and run


Thirty Years of Poo (2)

I am really gonna struggleWhat in Zeus’ name should I do?I’ll need more than just a struggleTo clean up thirty years of pooWhen you’ve got a thousand cattleAnd there’s not a single looYou’ll need more than Mr MuscleTo clean up thirty years of poo

I’ve tried moving some in bucketsI could manage one or twoBut the stench was overwhelmingFrom thirty years of pooI’ve tried giving some to gardnersCause it’s good for roses tooBut they wanted it by sackfulNot as thirty years of poo

year 6 leavers’ concert 2013

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