KS1 Songs

We need plants but they don’t need us

We need plants but they don’t need us
We need plants but they don’t need us 

 

Plants need water and sunlight to make energy
Plants need carbon dioxide too
Plants use all these things for photosynthesis
Plants need nutrients to make them grow strong

 

We need plants for paper, plants for clothes
Plants for oxygen, plants for tables
Plants for strawberries, plants for medicine
Plants for mints, plants for tomatoes.

Digging the garden

A little patch of brown soil,
Waiting in the garden,
Needs a bit of our toil,
There's some work to be done!

 

Digging the garden, 
Digging the garden,
Digging the garden, 
There's some work to be done!

 

Clearing the ground, 
Pulling the weeds,
Rake it nice and flat, 
Sowing all the seeds.

Water the ground,
Pulling the weeds, 
Soon the seeds will sprout,
And grow a plant for all to see.

Digging the garden - Performance Track

Digging the garden - Backing Track

KS2 Summer Production            

 Orphans

(The first group of Orphans marches on.)

 

Group 1:              Orphans, orphans, orphans, orphans,

                             Shut up in an orphanage day and night.

 

(The second group marches on. The two groups sing simultaneously:)

 

Group 1:    

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Ah.

 

Group 2:             

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Working hard as slaves,

Do you think that’s right?

(The third group marches on. The three groups sing simultaneously:)

 

Groups 1 & 2:

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Ah.

Ah, ah.

Group 3:             

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Nobody to listen

To our plight.

All:                         Mrs. Murdstone is in charge.

Group 3:              She’s rough,

Group 2:              She’s tough,

Group 1:              She’s ever so large.

Group 3:              She treats us like we were dirt.

All:                       She’s like a sergeant-major in a skirt!

                             Orphans, orphans, orphans, orphans,

                             Shut up in an orphanage day and night.

          Orphans, orphans, orphans, orphans,

                             No-one cares about you when you’re out of sight!

         (Shouted) It’s not right!

Orphans Vocal Track

Orphans Backing Track

Slop!

(The Orphans, including Olivia, go up to the table, collect their bowls and spoons, then return to their places, sit cross-kneed and eat the slop, all during the course of the song.)

 

Orphans:              Slop! Every meal is this slop!

                             Every day without stop

                             All we get is this sticky goo,

                             Smells like glue, and tastes like it too!

Orphans:              Slop!

Mrs. M:                 It’ll help you grow up

Orphans:              Bucketfuls of this slop!

Mrs. M:                 If it doesn’t blow up!

Orphans:              Scum that floats to the top.

Mrs. M:                 Though it makes you throw up,

                And your tummies might get upset, don’t forget,

                             It’s all that you’ll get!

 

Orphans:             

                 She calls it gruel, it’s more like slime.

                 Was there ever more cruel a crime

                 Than this disgusting slop?

                 With its wind we go pop!

                 Wish that we could just drop the lot

                 Down the nearest drain.

                 But time and again.

                 No matter how we plead,

                 They feed us more and more

                 Of this revolting slop!

Mrs. M:    Keeps you on the hop!

Orphans:                  (Shouted) It’s slop!

 

Slop Vocal Track

Slop Backing Track

Orphans (Reprise)

 Group 1:              Orphans, orphans, orphans, orphans,

                             Shut up in an orphanage day and night.

 

Group 1:    

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Ah.

Group 2:             

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Working hard as slaves,

Do you think that’s right?

 

Groups 1 & 2:

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Ah.

Ah, ah.

 

Group 3:             

Orphans, orphans,

Orphans, orphans,

Shut up in an orphanage

Day and night.

All:                       Orphans, orphans, orphans, orphans,

                             No-one cares about you when you’re out of sight!

(Shouted) It’s not right!

Orphans (Reprise) Vocal Track

Orphans (Reprise) Backing Track

Happiness Somewhere

Olivia:

There has got to be some happiness somewhere,

Can’t just vanish without trace.

Somewhere in this world someone must care.

Somewhere there’s a better place.

And if I could find some happiness somewhere,

I’d spread that happiness around.

But no matter how I’ve tried,

No matter how I’ve cried,

No happiness have I found.

 

I’ve heard about it, been told about it,

I’ve read about it too.

But until I’ve known it for myself,

I can’t believe that it’s true.

There must be somebody out there

Who has hope and love to share.

For there has to be some happiness somewhere,

And i will find it, come what may.

Yes, that’s what I intend.

I’ll reach my journey’s end

When happiness comes my way.

There must be happiness somewhere.

Somewhere.

Happiness Somewhere - Vocal Track

Happiness Somewhere - Backing Track

London

 

All:   

Come to London, for it’s the place to be

It’s a great city, is London.

Once you get here, there’s lots to do and see

In this great city of London.

Mayfair through to Chinatown,

Go to Leicester Square,

There is not a finer town anywhere.

For it’s London that casts a magic spell

Under which you will fall.

Keep your Paris or New York,

London’s the best city of all, of all, of all,

That’s London!

 

London - Vocal Track

London - Backing Track

I Want To Be A Lady

 

(N.B. if not already on as passers-by, etc, the Chorus can enter.)

 

Eliza:         

I don’t want a room somewhere,

I don’t want a fire and a cosy chair.

There’s just one thing I want to be,

And that’s a toff wot hits it off

Wiv the aristocracy!

 

I want to be a lady.

That’s what I long to be.

Hold mylittle pinkie up,

When I drink a cup of tea with dignity.

I want to be a lady,

Ever so smart and posh.

Where I used to curse and swear, I will just declare

“Oh, gosh! How terrible!”

 

Never coming back to Covent Garden

Unless I’m taken down the opera.

Won’t say “watch it, jack!”, I’ll say “beg your pardon”

It’s much more ladylike and properer.

Yes I want to be a proper lady,

Dripping with diamonds and pearls.

I’ll be going places, just see me at the races

With Dukes, and Barons and Earls.

Yes, I’m gonna be a lady,

Just watch me, girls!

 

(She dances like a “lady”, mockingly. Then the Chorus and Flower-Sellers sing together:)

Chorus:

She wants to be a lady.

 

Ever so smart, and posh.

 

Where before she’d curse and swear,

 

Now she’ll just declare

“Oh gosh!

How terrible!”

 

Flower-sellers (optional):

Get her!

Who does she think she is?

Get her!

Who does she think she’s kidding?

So ladida,

 

Wants to be a star.

But she’ll never be a lady!

Eliza:            Never gonna sell another flower,

Bouquets from fellers won’t be hard to find.

For it will be well within my power

To leave a trail of broken hearts behind.

 


Eliza:

Yes, I want to be a proper lady,

 

Dripping with diamonds and

pearls.

I’ll be going places.

Just see me at the races

With Dukes, and Barons and

Earls.

Yes, I’m gonna be a lady:

Just watch me,

Girls!

 

Flower-sellers (optional):

Get her, get her!

Well, just you get

Her, get her!

 

Our Eliza,

Nothing can surprise her.

 

Dukes and Earls.

she wants to be a lady!

Get her!


 

Good Times

 

Fagin & Dodger:      We had some good times, didn’t we?

                                We had a great team that won’t be forgotten.

Fagin:                      Everyone pulled their weight,

                                And I’d just like to state

                                I Miss them something rotten.

Dodger:                   We had a good thing going for us,

Fagin:                      But then it all went down the drain.

Both:                       But what the heck! Let’s start all over

                                And the good times will come again.

 

(Fagin’s old gang of boys appear at the back in spooky lighting, making them almost seem ghosts. As their names are called, they acknowledge by gesture – not too big to distract!)

 

Fagin:                      There was me, Fagin,

Dodger:                   And me, the Artful Dodger,

Fagin:                      There was Jack the Lad,

Dodger:                   And Little Jim.

Fagin:                      There was Bob, there was Bill,

Dodger:                   There was Walter, there was Will,

Both:                       And the great big lad we called Tiny Tim.

Fagin:                      Then young Oliver Twist came along,

                                And somehow it all came unstuck.

Dodger:                   It weren’t his fault that things went wrong.

Fagin:                      That it weren’t,

Both:                       But wherever he is, we wish him the best of luck.

 

What a team we had!

Gang (+ Choir):       What a team we had!

Fagin & Dodger:      What a dream we had…

Gang (+ Choir):       What a dream we had…

Dodger:                   We thought it would last and last

Fagin:                      But now it’s all in the past.

 

All:                          We had some good times, didn’t we?

                                We had a great team that all pulled together.

                                We got richer each day, we were well on the way

                                To being the greatest ever!

Dodger:                   We had a good thing going for us,

Fagin:                      But then it all went down the drain.

All:                          But what the heck! Let’s start all over

                                And the good times will come again.

                                Yes, the good times will come again.

                                The good times will come again.

Let’s Go To The Opera

 

Dodger:                Let’s go to the opera.

                             Let’s go see the show.

                             Let’s go to the opera.

                             We might enjoy it,

                             You never know.

Fagin:                   The tenors may be corseted,

Dodger:                And the sopranos rather stout.

Both:                    But let’s go to the opera,

                             And we’ll have a great night out!

 

(The Opera-Goers enter (waltzing on).

 

All Except             Let’s go to the opera.

Lamplighter:   Let’s go see the show.

                             Let’s go to the opera.

                             It’s the in place,

                             Don’t you know.

                             Everyone wants to be seen there,

                             Mixing with queens and kings.

                             And the opera isn’t over

                             ‘Til the Fat Lady sings!

 

(All dance into the Opera House, except the Lamplighter.)

 

Lamplighter:        (Spoken) One hour! Two hours! Three hours! Four hours!

 

(The Opera-Goers, except for Fagin & Dodger, stagger out.)

 

All Except             We’ve been to the opera.

Lamplighter:   Four hours and a half!

Urghhhh

                             During all the opera

                             There was not a single laugh.

                             Except when during the aria

                             The tenor tripped and fell.

                             And he landed on top of the Fat Lady,

                             Which was probably just as well!

(Enter Fagin & Dodger. Fagin is bored stiff; Dodger is enthusiastically transported.)

 

(Dialogue over music.)

 

Fagin:                   Dodger, I’ve lost the will to live.

Dodger:                I loved it. Best fing I’ve ever seen. I’ve made me mind up – I want to be a singer.

Fagin:                   Yeah – and I want to be a ballet dancer.

Dodger:                I’m serious, Fagin. I’m going to be a famous singer. From now on it’s goodbye to a life of dishonesty.

Fagin:                   But, Dodger, I can only do dishonest. I ain’t suited to anything else.

Dodger:                You can be my agent.

Fagin:                   Now you’re talkin’!

 

All:                       (Sung) And the opera wasn’t over

                             ‘Til the Fat Lady sang.

                             And here she is!

 

(Enter the Fat Lady.)

 

Fat Lady:              La, la, la, la, la, la

                             La, la, la, la, L- aaaaa

                             La, la, la, la, la, la

                             L- aaaaa

All:                       And the evening is finally over now the

                             Fat lady’s sung!

 

If There’s A Star 

Olivia:                          If there’s a star to wish upon,        

                                     La, la, la, la……, la, la………

                                     La, la, la, la…….

                                     La, la, la, la…….

                                     La, la……, la……, la, la…….

                                    

                                     If there’s a star to dream upon,

                                     La, la, la, la……, la, la………

                                     La, la, la, la la,……., la

                                     La……, la, la……,

                                     I hope all your dreams come true.


That’s Life!

 

Mrs. D:            Today’s lesson isn’t reading or writing or arithmetic.

                        Today’s lesson is more important than that.

                        It’s how to get by in life, and i think you’ll agree with me,

                        You’ve got to be prepared or life will knock you flat!

 

                        Life is a sham, it’s a scam,

                        It’s a scramble to survive.            

Girls:             That’s life!

Mrs. D:           Life is a trick, if you’re slick

                        And you’re quick you’ll stay alive.

Girls:             That’s life!

Mrs. D:           You need some luck, if you’re stuck.

                        You must duck and you must dive.

Girls:             That’s life!

Mrs. D:           Living on the edge of a knife,

All:                That’s life!

 

Girls:               That’s life! That’s life!

                        You’ve got to have a plan.

                        For life. Yes, life

                        Will do you down if it can.

                        In life, in life, the winner takes all.

                        Grab it, or you’re heading for a fall.

                        That’s life!

Mrs. D:

Life is a sham, it’s a scam,

It’s a scramble to survive.

That’s life!

Life is a trick, if you’re slick

And you’re quick

You’ll stay alive.

That’s life!

You need some luck,

If you’re stuck,

You must duck

And you must dive.

That’s life!

Living on the edge of a knife,

 

That’s life! That’s life!

 

  
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Girls:

That’s life! That’s life!

You’ve got to have a plan.

For life. Yes, life

Will do you down if it can.

In life, in life,

The winner takes all.

Grab it, or you’re

Heading for a fall.

That’s life! That’s life!

Mrs. D:   Got to get a grip on it, or you’ll trip and slip on it.

All:          That’s life! That’s life!

The Charity Rag

 

Olivia: 

If you’ve got cash, why go and hoard it?

Give us a coin, you can afford it.

There is nothing quite like the charity rag.

Emily:                          

Burning an ‘ole, there in your pocket,

Think of the good if you unlock it.

Then you can be part of the charity rag.

 

Charlotte:                     

Dragged from reluctant wallets,

You may think it’s like stealing.

But there is nothing like

That very special warm-hearted feeling

 

Olivia:                           

When you have helped someone who’s needy.

You’ll feel so good.

Emily:                          

O, yes, indeed-y!

Then you can enjoy the charity rag!

 

All 3:                             

If you’ve got cash, why go and hoard it?

Give us a coin, you can afford it.

There is nothing quite like the charity rag.

Burning a hole, there in your pocket,

Think of the good if you unlock it.

Then you can be part of the charity rag.

 

Emily & Charlotte:        

Dragged from reluctant wallets,

You may think it’s like stealing.                                     

But there is nothing like

That very special warm-hearted feeling

 

All 3:                             

When you have helped someone who’s needy.

You’ll feel so good. O, yes, indeed-y!

Then you can enjoy the charity rag,

The charity rag!


Olivia:                      

Don’t you feel much better

Giving someone a chance.

And now you’re in the mood,

Everyone come on and dance.

 

(Emily, Charlotte & Olivia, dance round the crowd, collecting. The crowd is so swept up by their sheer bravado that they put lots of money in the tins – coins, even notes.)

 

DANCE

 

All 3:                          

Dragged from reluctant wallets,

You may think it’s like stealing.

But there is nothing like

That very special warm-hearted feeling

 

Crowd:                      

When we have helped someone who’s needy.

We feel so good. O, yes, indeed-y!

And we can enjoy the charity rag.

The 3 girls:                

The charity rag!

All:                             

Yeah!

 

Who Am I?

 

Annie:                       Who am I? I wish I knew.

                                  Who am I? What can I do

                                  To find the person you see,

                                  To find the someone who’s me?

                                  Who am I? What was my past?

                                  Did good things ever come my way?

                                  The years may have gone, but still I’ll carry on

                                  ‘Til I find out who am I some day.

 

Here Comes The Judge

 

Usher:                Here comes the Judge.

                             All be upstanding.

 

(All rise as the judge makes a stately entrance and takes his seat.)

 

(Usher):              And though the judge has no understanding

                             Of the wrong-doer’s mentality,

                             It matters not a jot.

                             For the Judge will find him guilty,

Chorus:             Whether guilty or not!

 

The Criminal’s Song

 

Criminal:  

I was a cracking credit to the criminal community,

Where pockets could be picked,

I picked at every opportunity.

Though you may be inclined to incremental incredulity,

I was a cracking credit to the criminal community!

Chorus:    

he was a cracking credit to the criminal community!

 

Criminal:  

My occupation kept me fit, as it was far from sedent’ry.

Although it may be much despised

By persons prone to pedantry.

I went about my business

With a joke and with a pleasantry.

My victims never asked me to

Return the gifts they lent to me!

Chorus:    

His victims never asked him to

Return the gifts they lent to he!

 

Criminal:  

(Slower) If I could find a way to give my family security,

Undoubtedly I would become a paragon of purity.

Although I may have led a life that’s

Been allied to lawlessness…

 

(Spoken, searching for the rhyme)…lawlessness…lawlessness…ah, yes!

 

(sings)

I promise to become a model citizen,

Well, more or less!

Chorus:    

(Gradually speeding up to original tempo.)

He promises to be a model citizen, well more or less,

He promises to be a model citizen, well more or less,

He promises to be a model citizen, well more or less,

Well more or less, well more or less,

Well more or more or more or less!

 

Criminal:  

(Original tempo.) I know I could become a useful member of society, And lead a blameless life, without a moment’s impropriety.

For once and all I swear that I could give up criminality,

And my career will be concluded with complete finality!

Chorus:    

Yes, his career will be concluded

With complete finality!

With complete finality, finality, finality!

The Convict’s Child

 

Daughter:            

Oh, please don’t imprison my father.

For he has been wicked and wild.

For if you imprison my father,

They’ll call me “the convict’s child”.

You may have good reason to doubt him,

But he has been cruelly reviled.

I don’t know what we’ll do without him,

So pity the convict’s child.

 

My life will be over for ever,

And so will my poor mother’s too.

But I know that my father can be good,

If you will be good to him too.

 


Chorus:               

Oh,

Please don’t imprison her father.

Although he’s been wicked and wild.

For if you imprison her father,

They’ll call her

“The convict’s child”.


Daughter:

Please don’t imprison my

Father.

So wicked and wild.

If your imprison him

“The convict’s child”.

 

Daughter:            

So pity the convict’s child.

The Criminal’s Song (Reprise)

 

Criminal:        

It takes a man of vision to use fraudulent paternity

To get out of imprisonment which could be for eternity.

And now I can assert,

With an assertion that’s a certainty

That I will make a comeback to the criminal fraternity!

Chorus:           Yes, he will make a comeback to the criminal…

Criminal:         Criminal…

Daughter:        Criminal…

All:                  Fraternity!

If There’s A Star (Reprise)

 

Olivia:                       If there’s a star to wish upon,

Annie:                        I wish the best for you.

                                   Always be glad, never be sad,

                                   All your whole life through.

Both:                        If there’s a star to dream upon.

Olivia:                       Dreaming is what I’ll do.

                                   And if there’s a star to hope upon

                                   I hope all your dreams come true.

Both:                        I hope all your dreams come true.


Olivia (Finale)

 

All the Men:        

Olivia! Olivia!

Is there anyone as smart

As Olivia? Olivia!

You will surely lose your heart

To such a pretty little girl,

Sets your senses in a whirl.

Olivia, we’ve loved you from the start.

 

All the Girls except Olivia:     

All our lives have been made better by Olivia. Ah.

 We will always be indebted to Olivia. Ah.

You’ll be in our thoughts, whether near or far,

To us, Olivia, you’ll always be a star!

 

All the men:        

Olivia! Olivia!

Is there anyone as smart

As Olivia? Olivia!

You will surely lose your heart, to

Such a pretty little girl,

Sets your senses in a whirl.

Olivia,

We’ve loved you from the start.


All the Girls, except Olivia:

All our lives have been

Made better by Olivia.

Ah.

We will always be indebted to

Olivia.

Ah.

You’ll be in our thoughts,

Whether near or far,

To us, Olivia,

You’ll always be a star


 

Fat lady:              

Well, I’m the biggest star, la la la la la.

 I’m singing, tra-la-la. La la la la la,

Which means the show is over, so tarra!

Men:                    

Olivia!

Women:               

Olivia!

Olivia:        

Olivia!