Billy Elliot the Musical Live Page #5

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- Your lesson.

You don't think I do this for

the good of me health, do you?

What you on about? That wasn't a lesson.

Of course it was a bloody lesson.

It nearly killed me.

Margaret Gormley!

Admittedly, your fan work wasn't so hot,

but you have quite a nice turnout.

- A what?

- 50p, stop pissing about.

I haven't got 50p. I spent it on boxing.

Well, you can bring it next week.

What do you mean "next week"?

Well, you're coming back, aren't you?

You've got to be joking. To this crap?

Please your Bessie! Debbie, bring me stuff.

So what do you reckon?

You look like a right d*ckhead to me.

Grandma! What are you doing?

I know it's here somewhere.

You've hidden it.

Grandma. That's me private stuff!

- What's that?

- Nothing.

It's private. Mum left it for me.

Where's she gone?

She's dead, Grandma.

You were at the funeral.

Was I?

'Course you were.

She was buried next to Granddad.

Not him and all.

Christ, Billy, they're dropping like flies.

For Christ's sake.

- I've got you a pasty.

- Really?

From the Co-op.

Just don't tell Dad I was late or anything.

Go on, then.

Oh, come off it. Do you really

not remember about Granddad?

Of course I do.

How could I forget your Granddad, Billy?

We were married 33 years.

So what was he like, like?

He was

a complete

bastard.

I hated the sod

For 33 years

We should never have married

Of that I'm quite clear

He spent the housekeeping money

On whisky and beer

And never lifted a finger

Times were hard

But the swine rolled back pissed

So we'd fight and he'd swing

And he rarely missed

So I clobbered the sod

When he couldn't resist

Asleep, you can't lift a finger

But we'd go dancing

And he'd hold me tight

He was air, he was water

He was breath, he was light

And he would hold me there

with all his might

And it was bliss for an hour or so

But then they called time to go

And in the morning

We were sober

Oh! He'd drink and he'd talk

Just like a fool

Lie like a bairn and snore like a mule

Rarely was sober, pretty much was the rule

And he never lifted a finger

I suppose times were hard

Things were different then

Women were women

and men, they were men

Seventeen, that was it, your life ended

When you had a ring around your finger

But we'd go dancing

He was my own Brando

And for a moment there

My heart was aglow

We had dust in our hair and nowhere to go

But we were free for an hour or three

From the people we had to be

And in the morning

We were sober

But if I went through my time again

Oh, I'd do it without the help of men

Or at least your Granddad

But then again, you know

Best not to linger

What is the use of dreaming now?

I had my chance, well, anyhow

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