L.A. 7

Chorus:
girls, boys: S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party)

Gonna show you how (Everybody, get down tonight) (Oh, yeah, yeah)

S Club (There ain’t no party like an S Club party)

Gonna take you high (Shake your body from side to side)

Mr. Walters:
Ha, ha! Let’s have enough. But not bad at all. And then get out of here.

Hannah:
No, wait. We’re singing at the high school prom tomorrow night.

Tina:
Would you come and see us?

Mr. Walters:
Which school?

Bradley:
West Beverly High.

Mr. Walters:
Really? My son goes there.

Jon:
Oh, great. So does that mean you’re gonna come and see us soon?

Mr. Walters:
Well, you know, I’m not sure the thing is my son doesn’t have a date for the prom.

Rachel:
Oh, that’s a shame.

Mr. Walters:
I said my son doesn’t have a date for the prom.

Rachel:
Yeah, I heard you the first time.

Mr. Walters:
No. I don’t think you did. My son needs a date for the prom.

Paul:
That’s okay. Rachel will go with him.

Rachel:
What?

Mr. Walters:
How kind of you to offer he accepts.

Rachel:
No, listen. I’m really sorry, but I can’t take your son to the school prom. I already had... (Jo stamps Rachel’s foot) Ow!

Paul:
I saw her foot! She was just gonna say she’s got a sore... uh!

Mr. Walters:
No problem. My son’s not that good dancer, anyway. Leave your address with the secretary. We’ll pick you up at 7pm.