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1963
par
Andrew Lloyd Webber
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(Ward's house in Wimpole Mews, shortly before Christmas 1962.) Nineteen sixty-three We’ll be fancy-free Yeah, yeah! We could start again A better class of men Find a whole new scene Let's write to Steve McQueen! Yeah, yeah! Isn't he the best? Bet he’s like all the rest! No more bad times Last year was a b*t*h We must find new ways Of scratching that itch No more the fool Who follows her heart It's almost New Year Let's make a new start Nineteen sixty-three We'll be fancy-free Yeah, yeah We will hit the heights Have some outrageous nights We will raise our game And grab our share of fame Yeah, yeah! Have a little spree With President Kennedy! No more old farts With middle-aged wives And no more wide boys Running our lives No more posh gits And no more rough trade We just use our heads And we've got it made Modelling jobs In Paris and Rome We'll flying first-class All the way home Shooting a test For some full-page ad The cover of Vogue That wouldn't be bad! Nineteen sixty-three We'll be on TV Yeah, yeah We will make our names Twelve months of fun and games Wear a low-cut dress Our pictures in the press Yeah, yeah Chauffeured limousine From Playboy Magazine No more bad times Last year was a b*t*h We must find new ways Of scratching that itch No more the fool Who follows our hearts It’s almost New Year Let’s make a new start No more bad times Last year was a b*t*h We must find new ways Of scratching that itch No more the fool Who follows our hearts It's almost New Year Let’s make a new start (Mockingly) We've never had it so good We've never had it so often We're gonna do what we never could (As the song moves towards its climax, JOHNNY EDGECOMBE appears outside in the Mews. He saunters towards the front door and pauses there, clearly hearing the girls as the song approaches its joyous conclusion. He leans against the doorbell, cutting them off in mid-flow Inside the house, CHRISTINE and MANDY look at each other, shocked. Then, as EDGECOMBE keeps ringing, CHRISTINE starts to move towards the door.) (laughing) Wait! It’s Johnny! What? Christine! I know you're in there! For God's sake, don't tell him I'm here! (MANDY edges back to the window and opens it.) Johnny? Where's Christine? I need to talk to her! (laughing) She's at the hairdressers, Johnny! She's having her hair done! No, she ain't! She's there! She is, Johnny! I promise you! f**king liar! Oh my God! Christine, he's got a gun! (EDGECOMBE fires. Both girls scream and CHRISTINE throws herself to the floor. She and MANDY try to scramble under one of the sofas, which is however too close to the door to be able to accommodate them, though in their panic they continue to try to squeeze under it. Meanwhile, EDGECOMBE keeps firing.) Jesus, Christine, now what?!
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