Not a Tea Dance
E. John/L. Hall
outtake from "Billy Elliot - The Musical"
2005

Gm-Eb-F-D7  x2

Gm
Come on get those gloves on
Eb
Elliot, you're late
F
This is meant to be a boys club
     D7
And not a village fete
          Gm
You're a disgrace to your family
    Eb
And to this boxing hall
     F
It's only as a favour
      D7
I'll let you come at all
       Eb            F     D7     Gm      Gm-Eb
Get in here, get in here, get in here

G7
Hit it Billy, whack him
Cm
Really get stuck in
     D7
It's not a flaming tea dance
        Gm
You're in a bleeding gym
G7
Stick one on it sunshine
Cm
Make the lights go out
F
Not a seaside special
       D7           Gm
You're in a boxing bout

Eb
Jab, jab, left hook
F
Come up with the right
D
Stab, stab, belt him
D7                 Gm
Holy man, you're shite

spoken while Gm-Eb-F-D7
Elliot, you're a disgrace to your father
The boxing gloves and the traditions of this boxing hall
'Morning girls

Gm
Attention lacks no mischiefs
    Eb
The far end of the hall
F
Is being used for ballet
     D7
And modern jazz and all
     Gm
So I want no hanky panky
     Eb
It's just the dancing class
    F
And any working tickets
          D7
Will get ballet up their ass

And that means you Elliot, come on, get at him

G7
_____ man get moving
                 Cm
You're a like a fanny in a fit
D7
Carry on like that son
         Gm
You can kiss you in the bit
G7
Go on now you're talking
Cm
Smack him in the eye
F
Elliot you're hopeless
           D7               Gm   Gm-Eb
You could make a grown man cry

    Ab                 Gb
You only get out of it what you put in
    Db                    Ab
You have to risk losing before you can win
Bbm                   Fm
Don't think, feel it, do what feels right
   Gb                 Ab          Bb
So can I go home now,    can you shite

     Ab
It's all self-respect man
     Gb
It's all self-control
    Db
The bigger they are, son
    Ab
The harder they fall
     Bbm
You don't fight with fists, lad
Fm
Fight with your brain
Gb
Go on back in there
    Ab       Bb
And try it again

Alright, I'll do it, I'll do it, I'll do it

Eb
Jab, jab, left hook
F
Come up with the right
D
Stab, stab, that's it
D7                Gm    Gm-Eb
Holy man, you're shite

     G7
It's not a bleeding tea dance
Cm
Hit him where it hurts
       D7
You're wearing bloody boxing gear
    Gm
Not leotards and skirts
G7
If I was your father
    Cm
I'd kick you up the ass
     F
It's man to man, come back man
D7              Gm   Gm-Eb
Not a West End fast

Eb
Jab, jab, left hook
F
Come up with the right
D
Stab, stab, that's it
D7                Gm
Holy man, you're shite     x2