Видео
Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Billy Elliot
Исполнитель
Martin Koch
Дирижер
Nick Gilpin
Программирование
Steve Price
Бас-гитара
Mat Bartram
Исполнитель
Tom Jenkins
Исполнитель
Isobel Griffiths
Исполнитель
Julian Leaper
Скрипка
Ralph Salmins
Барабаны
Dave Hartley
Фортепиано
Adam Goldsmith
Гитара
Philip Bateman
Клавишные инструменты
Jeremy Holland-Smith
Клавишные инструменты
Jonathan Evans-Jones
Скрипка
Roger Garland
Скрипка
Natalia Bonner
Скрипка
Mark Berrow
Скрипка
Ralph De Souza
Скрипка
Debbie Widdup
Скрипка
Paul Willey
Скрипка
Perry Montague-Mason
Скрипка
Chris Tombling
Скрипка
Dave Woodcock
Скрипка
Warren Zielinski
Скрипка
Garfield Jackson
Альт
Rachel Bolt
Альт
Bruce White
Альт
Ivo Van Der Werff
Альт
Anthony Pleeth
Виолончель
Martin Loveday
Виолончель
Paul Kegg
Виолончель
Paul Stevens
Деревянные духовые инструменты
John Pinter
Деревянные духовые инструменты
Ben Castle
Деревянные духовые инструменты
Jamie Talbot
Деревянные духовые инструменты
Jeff Daley
Деревянные духовые инструменты
Richard Ashton
Валторна
Tim Jones
Валторна
Laurence Davies
Валторна
Tom Rees Roberts
Труба
Derek Watkins
Труба
John Barclay
Труба
Simon Gardner
Труба
Pete Beachill
Тромбон
Chris Dean
Тромбон
Tracy Holloway
Тромбон
Simon Harpham
Тромбон
Stephen Henderson
Ударные инструменты
Haydn Gwynne
Вокал
Ballet Girls
Вокал
Female Ensemble
Вокал
Metro Voices Female Choir
Вокал
Jenny O'Grady
Вокал
Brooke Havana Bailey
Вокал
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Elton John
Композитор
Lee Hall
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Martin Koch
Продюсер
Nick Gilpin
Продюсер
Phil Ramone
Продюсер
Steve Price
Инженер
Mat Bartram
Ассистент инженера звукозаписи
Tom Jenkins
Миксинг-инженер
Слова
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.
Writer(s): Elton John, Lee Hall
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