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Not A Tea Dance

Musik Elton John/Text Lee Hall

geschrieben für das Musical Billy Elliot

Come on get those gloves on
Alley it you're late
This is meant to be a boys club
And not a village faith
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 jam
Stick one on its sunshine
Make the lights go out
Not a seaside special
You're in a boxing bow

Jam jam
Let hook
Come on with the right
Stab stab bell 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
Before end of the hall
It's bleeding use for ballet
And modern jazz and all
So I want no hanky panky
It's just the dancing class
And any work get tickets
Wil 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 that's on
You can kiss you with their bit
Go on now you're talking
Smugging in their weye
Elliot you're hopeless
You can make a brown man cry

You're only get out of here watch you put in
You have do resclusing 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
Be good they are son
The harder they fall
You won't fight with first
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

Jade jade
Let 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 it where it hurts
boxing gear
skirts
If I was your father
i'll kick out off the ass
It's man to man
Not a west end fast

Jade jade
Let hook
Come on with the right
Stab stab that's it
Oh we're men, you're shite

2005