Elton John — Shine

[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