The Music Room

At The Whitefield School

Whitefield, NH

(603) 837-3088 ext. 3248

Welcome!

Here you will find information on the musical happenings of The Whitefield School, including descriptions of our various singing groups, concert dates, and private lesson schedules.

 

Swinging on a Star

A mule is an animal with long funny ears,
He kicks up at anything he hears;
His back is brawny but his mind is weak,
He’s just plain stupid with a stubborn streak.
And by the way, if you hate to go to school,
You may grow up to be a mule!

Or would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar,
And be better off than you are,
Or would you rather be a pig?

A pig is an animal with dirt on his face,
His shoes are a terrible disgrace;
He’s got no manners when he eats his food,
He’s fat and lazy and extremely rude.
But if you don’t care a feather or a fig,
You may grow up to be a pig.

Or would you like to swing on a star,
Carry moonbeams home in a jar,
And be better off than you are,
Or would you rather be a,
Or would you rather be a…

Fish won’t do anything but swim in a brook,
He can’t write his name or read a book;
To fool the people is his only thought,
And though he’s slippery, he still gets caught.
But then if that sort of life is what you wish,
You may grow up to be a fish.

And all the monkey’s aren’t in the zoo,
Every day you meet quite a few,
So you see it’s all up to you.
You can be better than you are, than you are;
You could be swingin’ on a star, on a star, on a star!

 

Jailhouse Rock

The warden threw a party in the county jail.
The prison band was there and the began to wail.
The band was jumpin’ and the joint began to swing.
You should have heard those knocked out jailbirds sing.

Let’s rock, rock, rock,
Everybody let’s rock, rock rock!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

Spider Murphy played the tenor saxophone.
Little Joe was blowin’ on the slide trombone.
The drummer boy from Illinois went crash boom bang.
The whole rhythm section was the Purple Gang.

Let’s rock, rock, rock,
Everybody let’s rock, rock rcok!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

Number Forty-seven said to number THree:
“You’re the cutest jailbird I ever did see.
I sure would be delighted with you company,
Come on and do the Jailhouse Rock with me.”

Let’s rock, rock, rock,
Everybody let’s rock, rock rock!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

The sadsack was a-sittin’ on a block of stone,
Way over in the corner weeping all alone.
The warden said: “Hey buddy, don’t you be no square.
If you can’t find a partner, use a wooden chair!”

Let’s rock, rock, rock,
Everybody let’s rock, rock rock!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

Shifty Henry said to Bugs: “For heaven’s sake,
No one’s lookin’, now’s our chance to make a break.”
Bugsy turned to Shifty and he said: “Nix, nix;
I wanna stick around a while and get my kicks.”

Let’s rock, rock, rock,
Everybody let’s rock, rock rock!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!
Everybody in the whole cell block
Was dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

Dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!
Dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!
Dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!
Dancin’ to the Jailhouse Rock!

 

Here Comes the Sun

Here comes the sun, doot’n doo doo.
Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.

Little darling, it’s been a long cold lonely winter.
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here.
Here comes the sun, doot’n doo doo.
Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.

Little darling, the smiles returning to their faces.
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been here.
Here comes the sun, doot’n doo doo.
Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.

Sun, sun, sun, here it comes. Sun, sun, sun, here it comes.

Little darling, I feel that ice is slowly melting.
Little darling, it seems like years since it’s been clear.
Here comes the sun, doot’n doo doo.
Here comes the sun, and I say, it’s alright.
It’s alright,

Here comes the sun.