(ward's house in wimpole mews, shortly before christmas 1962.)
{christine}
Nineteen sixty-three
We’ll be fancy-free
Yeah, yeah!
We could start again
A better class of men
{mandy}
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!
{christine and mandy}
No more bad times
Last year was a b*tch
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
{christine}
We will raise our game
And grab our share of fame
{christine and mandy}
Yeah, yeah!
{christine}
Have a little spree
{mandy}
With president kennedy!
{christine and mandy}
No more old farts
With middle-aged wives
{christine}
And no more wide boys
Running our lives
{mandy}
No more posh gits
And no more rough trade
{christine and mandy}
We just use our heads
And we've got it made
{mandy}
Modelling jobs
In paris and rome
We'll flying first-class
All the way home
{christine}
Shooting a test
For some full-page ad
The cover of vogue
That wouldn't be bad!
{christine and mandy}
Nineteen sixty-three
We'll be on tv
Yeah, yeah
{mandy}
We will make our names
{christine}
Twelve months of fun and games
{mandy}
Wear a low-cut dress
Our pictures in the press
{christine and mandy}
Yeah, yeah
{mandy}
Chauffeured limousine
{christine}
From playboy magazine
{christine and mandy}
No more bad times
Last year was a b*tch
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*tch
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.)
{mandy}
(laughing)
Wait! it’s charlie!
{christine}
What?
{edgecombe}
Christine! i know you're in there!
{christine}
For god's sake, don't tell him i'm here!
(mandy edges back to the window and opens it.)
{mandy}
Johnny?
{edgecombe}
Where's christine? i need to talk to her!
{mandy}
(laughing)
She's at the hairdressers, johnny! she's having her hair done!
{edgecombe}
No, she ain't! she's there!
{mandy}
She is, johnny! i promise you!
{edgecombe}
fu*king liar!
{mandy}
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.)
{mandy}
Jesus, christine, now what?!