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      Not A Tea Dance
Not A Tea Dance

 
 

Come on get those gloves on
Elliot, you're late
This is meant to be a boys club
And not a village fete
You're a disgrace to your family
And to this boxing hall
It's only as a favour
I'll let you come at all
Get in here, get in here, get in here

Get it Billy why can't
Really guess, I can
It's not a flaming tea dance
You're in a bleeding gym
Stick one on it, sunshine
Make the lights go out
Not a seaside special
You're in a boxing bout

Jab! Jab!
Left hook!
Come on with the right!
Stab! Stab! Belt him!
Oh we're men, you're shite!

Elliot, you're a disgrace to your father
The boxing gloves and the tradition of this boxing hall
Morning girls!

I think you ??? mischiefs
The far end of the hall
Is being used for ballet
And modern jazz and all
So I want no hanky panky
It's just the dancing class
And any work get tickets
Will get ballet up their ass
And I mean you Elliot...come on, get out of here

Man get moving
You're a like
Carry on like that son
You can kiss you with their bit
Go on now you're talking
Smack him in the eye!
Elliot you're hopeless
You can make a grown man cry

You only get out of here what you put in
You have to risk losing before you can win
Don't think: feel it, do what feels right
So can I go home now, can you shite?

It's all self-respect man
It's all self-control
The bigger they are, son
The harder they fall
You don't fight with fists, lad
Fight with your brain
Go on back in there
And try it again
Alright, I'll do it...I'll do it...I'll do it

Jab! Jab!
Left hook!
Come on with the right!
Stab! Stab! That's it!
Oh we're men, you're shite!

It's not a bleeding tea dance
Hit him where it hurts
You're wearing bloody boxing gear
Not leotards and skirts
If I was your father
I'd kick you up the ass
It's man to man, come back man
Not a west end fast

Jab! Jab!
Left hook!
Come on with the right!
Stab! Stab! That's it!
Oh we're men, you're shite!

testo di  Lee Hall    (dal musical Billy Elliot, 2005)

testo fornito da Andrea Grasso

© 2005 WAB Management Ltd./Universal Music Publishing Ltd.