Billy Elliot When I was a boy I hardly knew what was what Unlike Billy Elliot Dancing, spinning, spiralling Through the heaven Of the Victoria Palace Theatre Bending the imaginations Of the stalled audience
But are my tears For a childhood lost Or a life beginning? And am I really any wiser?
Your sadness Overwhelmed us all Drove us from the road Upturned us in a ditch
Your new love? You wrote songs for her But she betrayed you, lied Took all your loving And sold it for a silver hammer - Bitch!