Andrew Lloyd Webber - 1963 lyrics

(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?!