Shine

Morning, girls

Morning, Mrs. Wilkinson

Come on, get a move on

Oi, Rocky

Bugger off!

Music, maestro, please

Arms!

She's a right old cow

Hey, that's me mam

Full plié

Your mam?

Yeah

And up

You're crap at that

No, I'm not

And second

Miss!

Here! Stick this over there, will you

Tummies in

I'm telling you, Tracy, you're gonna end up like your mother

And balance and two and three and four

Miss, the keys

Knees

Who the hell are you?

Billy

And second

Billy Elliot

Ooh, pleased to meet you, I'm Margot

Margot flippin' Fontaine

It was a rhetorical question, now piss off over there

Keeley Gibson, how many times have I gotta tell you?

But, Miss

I don't care if your mother has got cerebral palsy, Keeley

You have to bring your shoes, 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 we 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 Harkenson

You can wow them every time

Even you, Susan Hawks

All you have to do is shine

Jetés, 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's 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 'em 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, Debby, it's your big moment

Ah, no

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

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 wanna see tiny little people

I wanna see midgets

Go on!

Give it the old rinkle tinkle

Out, in!

Give it the old kerbamm!

Lame!

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

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