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! 50p

What?

50p!

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

Airing the sheets

And hang them on the other washing line

MIss, I don't know what to do

Get down

I just gave you 50p!

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-Barre!

What bar?

Plié!

Tendu second

And Plié

Tendu close

Développé devant, 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 chaînés!

And go! Go that's, that's much better, Susan Parks, well done

That's a gold star for you, and that, that's gold star for you Angela Robson. That's 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 Majorca

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 50p's

50p's?

Well yeah, your Billy hasn't been to boxing for four weeks now, man

What'd'ya mean he hasn't been going to boxing? If he 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

Quiet in my lesson!

Where you been going Saturday mornings, Billy?

Boxing, where do you think?

Dad!

Boxing?

Dad!

I'll see you later you-

Alright, girls, try 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, tendu second

Thank you, Debbie

Plié fifth, retiré

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!

Temps levé

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, Mum, 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 fuckers in

Shine, just shine

All you have to do is shine

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

Prepare for pirouettes!

Finish!

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Solidarity, solidarity

Solidarity forever

We're proud to be working class

Solidarity forever

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight

Even ever ever ever

Ever ever ever ever

Even ever ever ever

Ever ever ever ever

Even ever ever ever

Ever ever ever ever

Forever! And ever!

And ever!