Shine

Shine
Mornin' girls!
Mornin' Mrs. Wilkinson!
Oi, Rocky, Booger off
Music, Maestro, please
Arms!
Arms!
She's a right old cow
Ay, that's me mum!
Full plie!
Full plie!

Your mum?
Yeah
And up!
And up!
You're crap at that
No I'm not!
And second!
Miss?
Second!
Here, stick this over there, will ya?
Tummies in!
Tummies in!
I'm telling ya, Tracy, you're gonna end up like your mother!
And balance!
Balance!
Miss, the keys
And two, and three, and four
Knees!
Knees!
Who the hell are you?
Billy
And second!
Second!
Billy Elliot
Oh please to meet ya
I'm Margot, Margot Flettinfantine
It was a rhetorical question
Now piss off over there
Keeley Gibson! How many time do I have to tell ya?
But miss!
I don't care if your mother has got cerebral palsy, Keeley, you have to bring your shoes your shoes. Now go home and get them
Right, waves one, two, and three to the front!
Outside, Sharon!
Our lives are lonely and sad, but in here they sparkle!

Try to keep your arm in line
Come on at least pretend you're doing fine
Don't forget the golden rule, girls:
Never hide your light under a bushel
No matter how big the bushel Tracy Atkinson
You can wow 'em every time
Even you, Susan Parks
All you have to do in shine
(?) That's it, girls! So our tawdry little lives are transformed by the power of art!
Forget about content
Oi, you!
Focus on style
Steal an inch on them
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 Sakes concentrate!
It doesn't matter if you're large or small
Trapezeoid, or 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 'em what life is all about
Give them the old razzle dazzle
And shine
Go on, join in, I dare ya
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
I know!
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 them over, knock 'em out
Show them what life's all about
Give them the old razzle dazzle
And shine!

You might be feeling lousy
You might be feeling blue
A little apprehensive
A minor touch of flu
They couldn't give a monkey's cuss
They couldn't give a fig
Come on son get over it
It's all part of the gig
Smoke, Mr. Braithwaite!
Come on, girls get behind those fans
I want to see tiny little people
I want to see midgets, go on
Give 'em the old rinkle tinkle
Out, in
Give 'em the old kabam
Lame!
Knock 'em sideways blow their minds out
There's no time for half time frolics
Grab the buggers by the bollocks
Show 'em what class is all about
Give 'em that old razzle dazzle
And shine
Lights!
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
All you really have to do is shine
Give 'em that old razzle dazzle and shine
And shine
Give 'em that old razzle dazzle and shine
And shine
And shine
And shine