Solidarity
Debbie, get a move on!
Everybody positions, please
Girls to the front, come on
Five, six, seven, eight
Hello
Hello
Shoes
I haven't got any
Well you have now, put 'em on
That's two groups, girls
I can't wear them I'll look like a right sissy
Well you should have thought about that before you came in
Oi! Fifty P
What?
Fifty P!
Five, six, seven, eight
Oh arms, Susan Parks
Well, you joinin' in or what?
Oh, Debbie girl, count! Count for Christ's Sakes
Oi, Billy Elliot!
Alright girls, here we go
Air in the sheets
And hang them on the other washing line
MIss, I don't know what to do
Get down
I just gave you fifty P
Travel back, that's lovely
What do I do?
Follow the others
Marching forward to socialism
Miss, what am I meant to be doing?
Arms, Sharon Percy
Miss, I don't know what to do
Floor bar!
What bar?
Plie!
(?) Second
And Plie
(?) Floors
A bit of that left leg
Oi Geordie
Wanna see something
You've never seen before
And right leg
And that's just off the overtime
Wanna see some more?
And left leg
You think yer smart ya cockney shite
You wanna be suspicious
Two legs
When you were on the picket line
We went and fucked yer missus
All of us at once
Solidarity solidarity
Solidarity forever
All for one and one for all
Solidarity forever
Solidarity solidarity
Solidarity forever
All for one and one for all
Solidarity forever
Girls to the center, come on
And now, my lovely ladies, the lesson you've all been waiting for:
Pirouettes! God help us
Why the hell do I bother?
Okay, into the middle, and thank you, Mr. Braithwaite
Here we go and one, two, three
Billy! five, six, seven, eight, nine
Spin 'em! Spin 'em, Mr. Braithwaite
You're supposed to be enjoying yourselves
Absolutely bloody hopeless, the whole bloody lot of you's
Yeah, and you're the worst of the bleeding lot, Billy
Okay, forget it, into the corner!
Let's try some chelles! (?)
And go! Go that's, that's much better, Susan Parks, well done
That's a gold star for you, and that's gold star for you Angela Robson. Two in a row, well done
Okay, try not to kill yourself Tracy Atkinson
Oi, Rudolf Nureyev, come on then!
Okay, class dismissed
Keep it up till Christmas lads
It means a lot to us
We send our kids to private school
On a private bus
We've got a lot to thank you for
Geordie you're a corker
A nice extension on the house and a fortnight in Maiorca
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
Don't worry lads we're on your side
Solidarity forever
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
You're late
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
Oh, Jackie, I've been meaning to have a word
If things are difficult, we can sort something out
What you talking about?
Well, ya know, if things are a bit tight with the fifty Ps
Fifty Ps?
Well yeah, you're Billy hasn't been to boxing in four weeks now, man
Billy hasn't been going to boxing? Well, if been hasn't been going to boxing where the bloody hell has he been going?
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
What you doing in my lesson?
Where you been going Saturday mornings, Billy?
Boxing, where do you think?
Dad!
Boxing?
Dad!
I'll see you later on (?)
Alright, girls, to concentrate
We'll do some soubresauts
And five, six, seven, eight
Shoulders down, pointed feet
Lovely arms, Sharon
Yes, that would be both arms Keeley Gibson
Feet in fifth, arms in second
Thank you, Debbie
Plie fifth, Retire
And five, six, seven, eight
One, two, three, four
Five, six, seven, eight
You're crap at this
No I'm not!
Lovely legs, Tina
Arms, Debbie, Arms
Talleve (?)
Susan Parks, you look like a spastic starfish girl
You're crap at this
Aw, piss off man, will you?
Right! Attitude promenade
Prepare and
That's lovely Sharon, that's much better, well done
Arms up, Billy
Elbow, wrist, tummy, chin
Please, ma'am, can we have a go?
Baskets of pansies, ladies!
Yes, thank you, Mr. Braithwaite
And five, six, seven, eight
You fucking worms
You fucking moles
You fucking Geordie shits
We're here to kick your Geordie arse
You little Geordie gits
We're terrified
We're petrified
Those words are so obscene
We'll boot your fuckin' cockney skulls
Right back to Bethnal Green
And one!
Two, three!
And two!
Two, three!
And three!
Two, three!
And four!
Two, three!
And five!
Two, three!
And six!
Two, three!
And smile, smile, smile, smile
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
Come on lads get at them
Really get stuck in
It's not a bleeding tea dance
Do the porkers in
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
Shine, just shine
All you have to do is shine (etc)
One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight
Solidarity, solidarity
Solidarity forever
We're proud to be working class
Solidarity forever
Even ever ever ever
Ever ever ever ever
Forever forever
Forever forever
