Misc Musicals – Matilda The Musical - The Smell Of Rebellion (Guitar)
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[Intro]
N.C.
This school, of late, has started reeking
N.C.
Quiet, maggots, when I'm speaking!
Gm Eb/G D5 Reeking, with a most disturbing scent D5 Only the finest nostrils smell it D/F# But I know it oh-too-well Adim It is the odour of rebellion Eb D7 Gm Gmadd9 It's the bouquet of dissent! D5 Eb5 And you may bet your britches this Headmistress Gdim Gm Finds this foul odiferousness C#5 D5 D7 D Wholly olfactorally insulting Cmmaj7 Cm And so, to stop this stench's spread F#m7/C# C#dim I find a session of phys-ed C#5 D7 Gm Sorts the merely "rank" from the "revoting"
Dmaj7 D
[Chorus]
Gm11 The smell of rebellion comes out in the sweat Gdim/C# D7 N.C. And phys-ed will get you sweating N.C. Gm11 And it won't be long before I smell the pong Adim D7 N.C. Of aiding and abetting N.C. Eb A bit of phys-ed will tell us Edim F7 N.C. Who has a head full of rebellious thoughts
N.C.
Hold, hold!
N.C. Eb Edim Just like a rotten egg floats to the top D7 Of a bucket of water Gm11 The smell of rebellion Gm11/A Gm11/Bb The stench of revolt Gm11/C Gdim/C# D7 The reek of insubordination Gm11 The whiff of resistance Gm11/A Gm11/Bb The pong of dissent Gm11/C Gdim/C# D7 The funk of mutiny in action Eb Edim Before the weed becomes too big and greedy D7 N.C. You really need to nip it in the bud
N.C.
Position two!
N.C. Eb Before the worm starts to turn Edim You must scrape off the dirt D7 N.C. E7 And rip it from the mud! Am11 The whiff of insurgence Am11/B Am11/C The stench of intent Am11/D Adim/D# E7 The reek of pre-pubescent protest Am11 The pong of defiance Am11/B Am11/C The odour of coup Am11/D Adim/D# E7 The waft of anarchy in progress
N.C.
Please, miss, please!
F Once we've "exercised" these demons Am/E They shall be too pooped for scheming Adim/D# Some double-time discipline E7 N.C. Should stop the rot from setting in!
N.C.
All right, let's step it up. Double time.
[Verse]
(trill between E and F)
One, two, three, four
Am Discipline. Discipline Am For children who aren't listening; E7 For midgets who are fidgeting E7 Or whispering in history Dm7 Their chattering and chittering Am/E Their nattering and twittering F E7 Is tempered with a smattering Am N.C. Of discipline Am We must begin insisting C/A On rigidity, and discipline E7 Persistently resisting E7 This anarchistic mischieving Dm7 These minutes you are frittering Am/E On pandering and pitying F E7 While little 'uns like this: Am N.C. They just want discipline Am The simpering and whimpering Am7 The dribbling and the spittling E7 The "miss, I need a tissue" – E7 It's an issue we can fix Dm7 There is no mystery to mastering Am/E The art of classroom discipline F E7 It's discipline, discipline – Am N.C. Discipline! N.C. Am11 The smell of rebellion Am11/B Am11/C The stench of revolt Am11/D Adim/D# E7 The reek of pre-pubescent plotting Am11 The whiff of resistance Am11/B Am11/C The pong of dissent Am11/D Adim/D# E7 N.C. The funk of moral fibre rotting . .
[Bridge]
Bbm9 Abmaj7 Imagine a world with no children Cm Dbmaj7 Close your eyes and just dream Abmaj7 Imagine – come on, try it – Eb7 The peace and the quiet Fm Dbmaj7 A burbling stream Abmaj7 Eb7 Now imagine a woods with a cottage Dbmaj7 And inside that cottage we find Db A dwarf called Zeek Db A carnival freak Eb7 Who can fold paper hats with his mind Eb7 And he says Ab "Don't let them steal your horses!" Eb7 "Don't let them throw them away" Fm "If you find your way through" Fm/Eb "They'll be waiting for you, singing" Dbmaj7 Eb "Neigh! Neigh!"
N.C.
She's mad!
[Outro]
Dm N.C.
Aha!N.C.
And there, just like I said:
A7 The stinking maggot rears his head! Bdim7 Even the squitiest, pitiest mess Ddim7 Can harbour seeds of stinkiness C#dim7 Have you ever seen anything more repellent? C#m7b5 F#7 N.C. Have you ever smelled anything worse than F#7b9 Bm11 That smell of rebellion? Bm11/F# Bm11 The stench of revolt Bm11/F# Bdim/F F#7b9 The reek of insubordination Bm11 The whiff of resistance Bm11/F# Bm11 Bm11/F# The pong of dissent Bdim/F And I will not stop till you are squashed; F#7 Till this rebellion is quashed; Bdim/F F#7b9 Till glorious, sweaty discipline has washed F#7b9 N.C. Bm This sickening stench – away!