Gamaliel: Tell the rabble to be quiet, we anticipate a riot. This common crowd is much too loud. Tell the mob who sing your song that they are fools and they are wrong. They are a curse. They should disperse.
Jesus: Why waste your breath moaning at the crowd? Nothing can be done to stop the shouting. If every tongue were still, the noise would still continue. The rocks and stones themselves would start to sing:
Choir and Jesus: Hosanna hey sanna, sanna, sanna, Hosanna Hey sanna, Hosanna Hey JC, JC won't you fight for me? Sanna, Hosanna, hey Superstar