Shine lyrics

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Mornin' girls!

[Spoken GIRLS]

Mornin' Mrs. Wilkinson!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Oi, Rocky, Booger off

Music, Maestro, please

Arms!

[GIRLS]

Arms!

[Spoken BILLY]

She's a right old cow

[Spoken DEBBIE]

Ay, that's me mum!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Full plie!

[GIRLS]

Full plie!

[Spoken, BILLY]

Your mum?

[Spoken DEBBIE]

Yeah

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

And up!

[GIRLS]

And up!

[Spoken BILLY]

You're crap at that

[Spoken DEBBIE]

No I'm not!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

And second!

[Spoken BILLY]

Miss?

[GIRLS]

Second!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Here, stick this over there, will ya?

Tummies in!

[GIRLS]

Tummies in!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

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

And balance!

[GIRLS]

Balance!

[Spoken BILLY]

Miss, the keys

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

And two, and three, and four

Knees!

[GIRLS]

Knees!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Who the hell are you?

[Spoken BILLY]

Billy

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

And second!

[GIRLS]

Second!

[Spoken BILLY]

Billy Elliot

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

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?

[KEELEY GIBSON]

But miss!

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

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!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

Try to keep your arm in line

Come on at least pretend you're doing fine

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Don't forget the golden rule, girls:

Never hide your light under a bushel

No matter how big the bushel Tracy Atkinson

[MRS. WILKINSON]

You can wow 'em every time

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Even you, Susan Parks

[MRS. WILKINSON]

All you have to do in shine

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

That's it, girls! So our tawdry little lives are transformed by the power of art!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

Forget about content

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Oi, you!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

Focus on style

Steal an inch on them

And they'll give you a mile

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

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!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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

[Spoken Billy]

Miss, the keys!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Go on, join in, I dare ya

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Come on Debbie, it's your big moment

[Spoken DEBBIE]

I know!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Smoke, Mr. Braithwaite!

Come on, girls get behind those fans

I want to see tiny little people

I want to see midgets, go on

[MRS. WILKINSON]

Give 'em the old rinkle tinkle

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Out, in

[MRS. WILKINSON]

Give 'em the old kabam

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Lame!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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

[Spoken MRS. WILKINSON]

Lights!

[MRS. WILKINSON]

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