Solidarity Lyrics | Elton John

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 fuc*** 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 fuc*** worms
You fuc*** moles
You fuc*** 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