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)