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Not only puffs do ballet, dad Some of them are married You should see their muscles dad From all the girls they've carried Look, normal blokes do normal things Like wrestling or tennis What blokes around here do wrestling? I'm warning you lad!.... tennis? You bent? from bloody ballet You bent? from boxing too You're looking after Nana Don't want a word from you You bent from all this hoovering And any of that stuff I'll not have any son of mine going on like a puff But I'm not a puff dad All I wanna do is ballet Not only puffs do ballet dad Wrestling it's nearly sport Wrestling? You must be joking son It's bet as the five Bob note ??? Oh but daddy take stamina It's just like doing games Don't talk like a lass son They'll call you bleeding names You bent? from bloody ballet You bent? from boxing too You're looking under niner Not another word from you You bent? from all that hoovering And any dad in ??? here I'll not have any son of mine going on like a queer I don't care...you should care I don't care...you will bloody care I'll not have uphill gardening I'm not have lifting shirts If any bum boy comes near you I'll hit him where it hurts Not only puffs do ballet dad It's very democratic You get to dance with girls as well You must think I'm pilotic ??? I just dance, I just want to be free I just to express being me (you're burn) And I'm just a kid And I just want to be I just wanna be free to be me...dad...me! You bent? from bloody ballet You bent? from boxing too You're looking after Nana Don't want a word from you You bent from all this hoovering And any of that stuff I'll not have any son of mine going on like a puff |
testo di Lee Hall (dal musical Billy Elliot, 2005)
testo fornito da Andrea Grasso
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