Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #4

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No matter how big the bushel,

Tracey Atkinson.

You can wow them every time

Even you, Susan Parkes!

All you have to do is shine

Jets!

That's it, girls, so our tawdry little lives

can be transformed by the power of art.

Forget about content

Oi, you!

Focus on style

Steal an inch on 'em

And they'll give you a mile

Chair!

Everybody ready for the big number.

And smile, smile,

smile, smile!

Right.

We've only got another

seven and a half months to rehearse this.

So, for Christ's sake, concentrate!

It doesn't matter if you're large or small

Trapezoid, short or tall

Even if you can't dance at all

All you really have to do is shine

It doesn't matter if your life's a mess

The whole process will coalesce

Girls, just try to effervesce

All you really have to do is shine

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

Turn on the old pizzazz

Miss, the keys!

There won't be time to shilly shally

Give it backbone, give it welly

Bowl 'em over, knock 'em out

Show what life is all about

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle and shine

Oi, you, join in or bugger off!

It doesn't matter if you're unemployed

Only partially humanoid

An octopoid whose mind's a void

All you really have to do is shine

Come on, Debbie, it's your big moment!

It doesn't matter if you're special needs

Maimed or lame, or born in Leeds

They love to see a heart that bleeds

All you really have to do is shine

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

Turn on the old pizzazz

There won't be time to shilly shally

Give it backbone, give it welly

Bowl 'em over, knock 'em out

Show 'em what life is all about

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

And shine!

Oi.

Where the bloody hell

do you think you're going?

I'm going home.

Oh, no, you're not.

You haven't done any dancing yet.

What do you mean, dancing?

You wanna stay.

Be in the show.

Oh, no. It's gonna be rubbish.

I couldn't give a monkey's cuss

I couldn't give a fig

Come on, son, get over it

It's all part of the gig

Smoke, Mr Braithwaite, please.

That's it, girls, hide behind those fans.

No faces now, just tiny smurfs!

Give 'em the old rinkle tinkle

Out, in!

Show 'em the old kabam

Line!

Knock 'em sideways

Blow their minds out

There's no time for half-arsed frolics

Grab the buggers by the bollocks

Show 'em what class is all about

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

And shine

Lights!

It doesn't matter if you're short or squat

Cerebrally challenged, completely shot

You might have it or might not

All you really have to do is

Shine

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

And shine

Give 'em the old razzle dazzle

And shine

And shine

And shine

50p's.

Oi, you owe me 50p.

- No, I don't.

- Yes, you do.

- What for?

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