text: Mornin girls!
  Mornin Mrs. Wilkinson!
  Oi, Rocky, Booger off
  Music, Maestro, please
  Arms!
  Arms!
  Shes a right old cow
  Ay, thats me mum!
  Full plie!
  Full plie!
  Your mum?
  Yeah
  And up!
  And up!
  Youre crap at that
  No Im not!
  And second!
  Miss?
  Second!
  Here, stick this over there, will ya?
  Tummies in!
  Tummies in!
  Im telling ya, Tracy, youre 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
  Im 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 dont 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 youre doing fine
  Dont 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
   Thats 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 theyll give you a mile
  Chair!
  Everybody ready for the big number
  And smile, smile, smile, smile
  Right! WEve only got another seven and a half months to rehearse this so for Christ Sakes concentrate!
  It doesnt matter if youre large or small
  Trapezeoid, or short or tall
  Even if you cant dance at all
  All you really have to do is shine
  It doesnt matter if your lifes 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 wont 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 doesnt matter if youre unemployed
  Only partially humanoid
  An octopoid whose minds a void
  All you really have to do is shine
  Come on Debbie, its your big moment
  I know!
  It doesnt matter if youre 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 wont be time to shilly shally
  Give it backbone, give it welly
  Bowl them over, knock em out
  Show them what lifes 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 couldnt give a monkeys cuss
  They couldnt give a fig
  Come on son get over it
  Its 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
  Theres 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!
  Doesnt matter if youre 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