Shine

Mornin' girls! Mornin' Mrs. Wilkinson! Come along, get a move on! 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, grades 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 You can wow 'em every time All you have to do in shine Forget about content Focus on style Steal an inch on them And they'll give you a mile And smile, smile, smile, smile It doesn't matter if you're large or small Trapezeoid, or short or tall Even if you can't dance stall 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 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 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 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 Give 'em the old rinkle tinkle Give 'em the old kabam 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 Give 'em that old razzle dazzle and shine And shine And shine.