Time to Play Lyrics
Summer and StudentsTime to Play
[SUMMER, spoken]All right. Until Mr. Schneebly gets back from the faculty meeting, I am in charge.
[STUDENT 1, spoken]
Says who?
[SUMMER, spoken]
Says me, the band manager. Get it?
(sung)
Hey, ain't got all day. Get moving.
[SUMMER, spoken]
Only 36 hours 'til the battle
(sung)
You. No one comes through that door.
[FRANKIE, spoken]
On it. Security, roll out!
[SUMMER]
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.
[MASON, spoken]
Fade down to 3 and then back up to 7
[SUMMER]
You. Show them the new hot moves.
[SOPHIE / MADISON]
Right! Ah-5-6-7-8!
[SUMMER & STUDENTS]
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.
[SUMMER]
Has the microphone been tested?
[STUDENT]
Check.
[SUMMER]
What about the stand?
[STUDENT]
Check
[SUMMER]
Please stay at hand and rested and await my next command.
Are the pyrotechnics ready?
[STUDENT]
I'll check.
[SUMMER]
And synced to the routine?
[STUDENT]
Check.
[SUMMER]
I'm counting on you Sophie, don't screw up the fog machine.
[SOPHIE]
Duh.
[SUMMER]
Who got the speaker cable? Come on, this isn't hard.
[STUDENT]
I'm ordering it!
[SUMMER]
Get extra if you're able, put it on you're mother's card.
[STUDENT]
Right.
[SUMMER]
What about the song list, printed like I said?
[STUDENT]
Uh...
[SUMMER]
If you brought the wrong list, I swear to God you're dead.
Got the flanger?
[STUDENT]
Yup.
[SUMMER]
The phaser?
[STUDENT]
Yup.
[SUMMER]
The pedals and effects?
[STUDENT]
Yup.
Make sure he remembers or I'm breaking both your necks.
[STUDENT]
Sure...
[SUMMER]
Keep your voices rested. Warm up before you sing.
[STUDENTS]
Right!
[SUMMER]
I'm of course prepared, and that leaves just one thing.
You. Can we review the costumes?
[BILLY, spoken]
I'm still working out some looks.
[SUMMER]
Geez. Don't be a tease. Let's go.
[BILLY, spoken]
Well, I'm thinking a grunge-punk-glam kind of look.
[SUMMER]
Look, we don't have time to waste,
While you try to find some taste.
[BILLY]
Fine. Here's the design.
[STUDENTS (except BILLY)]
Hell no!
[BILLY]
Oh, ditch the sequins!
[SUMMER & STUDENTS]
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!
Song Overview

Song Credits
- Featured Vocalist: Isabella Russo (as Summer Hathaway)
- Producers: Rob Cavallo, Andrew Lloyd Webber
- Composer: Andrew Lloyd Webber
- Lyricist: Glenn Slater
- Release Date: December 4, 2015
- Genre: Pop-punk-flavored Broadway power-number
- Album: School of Rock: The Musical (Original Cast Recording) [Deluxe Edition]
- Track #: 12 of 21
- Label: Warner Bros. Records / The Really Useful Group
- Language: English
- Mood: Urgent, whip-crack, type-A adrenaline
- Instruments: Overdriven guitars, bass, drum kit, synth pads, handclaps, full children’s chorus
- Copyright © 2015 The Really Useful Group Ltd. / Warner Bros. Records Inc.
Song Meaning and Annotations

“Time to Play” erupts midway through School of Rock — The Musical like a caffeinated project-management seminar led by a twelve-year-old with a clipboard. Summer Hathaway, newly self-appointed band manager, corrals her classmates with rapid-fire orders, fusing punk-rock guts with corporate hustle. Musically, the number sprints at a brisk 180 BPM, blending chugging guitar eighth-notes with Broadway’s trademark brass stabs. Imagine Green Day moonlighting in a middle-school auditorium—and being graded on punctuality.
The emotional arc pivots on Summer’s obsession with perfection. Every “Check!” ricochets off cymbals, while backstage chaos simmers beneath her “no gum smacking” demands. The verses read like a to-do list; the choruses detonate into fist-pumping chants: “Turn it up, it’s time to play!” It’s both a countdown to showdown and a sly jab at micromanagement culture. Underneath the jokes lies a sweeter truth: these kids own their craft, and Summer’s ferocity keeps the dream on schedule.
Andrew Lloyd Webber’s score nudges the power-pop template with modulating pre-choruses, while Glenn Slater’s song text peppers managerial jargon (“resumes,” “pyrotechnics synced to the routine”) for comic zing. The piece works because it mirrors real theatre tech rehearsals—equal parts excitement and sheer panic—then cranks the amps to cartoonish extremes.
“No distractions, no delays. / This is for our resumes.”
The lines skewer the résumé-building frenzy already haunting honor-roll tweens, proving ambition can mosh as hard as rebellion.
Verse 1
Spoken intro morphs into staccato barked orders; guitar riffs jab between syllables like exclamation marks. Summer establishes the ticking clock (“only 36 hours”) and seizes command.
Chorus
An anthemic four-chord sprint in G major. Children shout back, drums ride on crash cymbals, and the phrase “time to play” flips workaholic stress into battle cry.
Bridge (Equipment Roll-Call)
A patter section worthy of Gilbert & Sullivan—flanger, phaser, fog machine—serves both as comic relief and backstage reality check. Half the audience laughs; the other half whispers, “We forgot the gaffer tape.”
Final Chorus / Tag
Key bumps a whole step, sneers widen, and the cast chants “World watch out” twice for good measure. Curtain drops with feedback still ringing.
Similar Songs

- “Whipped Into Shape” — Legally Blonde The Musical
Both tracks forge cardio-level tempos and drill-sergeant vocals from female leads. Where “Whipped Into Shape” wields jump-ropes, “Time to Play” brandishes guitar cables; each song transforms mundane preparation into electrifying spectacle. - “Seize the Day” — Newsies
Rallying rhythms, youth-led urgency, and a looming deadline connect these numbers. “Seize the Day” marches on snare drums; “Time to Play” pogo-hops on distorted power chords, yet both celebrate organized chaos becoming collective strength. - “96,000” — In the Heights
Fast, list-heavy lyrics charting plans for a big event? Check. “96,000” dreams of lottery winnings, “Time to Play” dreams of a flawless Battle of the Bands set. Both songs juggle overlapping vocal lines and rapid scene changes without dropping momentum.
Questions and Answers

- Why is Summer so strict in the song?
- She compensates for not playing an instrument by mastering logistics. Her rigidity masks insecurity—and drives the band to peak performance.
- Is “Time to Play” musically connected to any rock sub-genre?
- Yes, it leans into early-2000s pop-punk: quick down-strokes, melodic shout-backs, and chord progressions reminiscent of Blink-182 or Avril Lavigne.
- Were the young actors actually running tech gear onstage?
- Many props were functional. The fog machine, light cues, and some pedal boards were child-operated, adding authenticity (and occasional comic mishaps).
- Does the number advance the plot or stall it?
- It advances: we see the kids take ownership, we glimpse Summer’s leadership arc, and we feel the ticking clock before the competition.
- How long did it take to choreograph the song?
- Cast interviews cite a hectic two-week boot camp—half for dance calls, half for real instrument rehearsals—mirroring the song’s own “no delays” mantra.
Awards and Chart Positions
The cast album featuring “Time to Play” propelled School of Rock to a 2017 Grammy nomination for Best Musical Theater Album and secured Top 10 status on Billboard’s Cast Albums chart.
Fan and Media Reactions
“Summer Hathaway is every stage manager I’ve ever feared—and adored.” —@BackstageBarb
“My kid heard this and reorganized her room like a tour crew. Send help.” —@MomNeedsEarplugs
“Best list-song since ‘Modern Major General,’ only with more distortion pedals.” —ForumUser LiveWire
“The fog-machine gag kills me every time. Theatre kids know the struggle.” —@DramaGeek95
“Pop-punk urgency plus Broadway polish equals perfection.” —Playbill reader comment