Andrew Lloyd Webber - 1963 lyrics

Nineteen sixty-three we’ll be fancy-free
Yeah, yeah! We could start again
A better class of men

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!

No more bad times last year was a bitch
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

We will raise our game
And grab our share of fame

Yeah, yeah!

Have a little spree

With President Kennedy!

No more old farts with middle-aged wives

And no more wide boys running our lives

No more posh git's and no more rough trade

We just use our heads and we've got it made

Modelling jobs in Paris and Rome
We'll flying first-class all the way home

Shooting a test for some full page ad
The cover of Vogue that wouldn't be bad!

Nineteen sixty-three we'll be on TV
Yeah, yeah

We will make our names

Twelve months of fun and games

Wear a low-cut dress
Our pictures in the press

Yeah, yeah

Chauffeured limousine

From Playboy Magazine

No more bad times last year was a bitch
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 bitch
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 it's 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 it's 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)

(laughing) wait! It’s Johnny!

What?

Christine! I know you're in there!

For God's sake, don't tell him I'm here!

(MANDY edges back to the window and opens it)

Johnny?

Where's Christine? I need to talk to her!

(laughing) she's at the hairdressers
Johnny! She's having her hair done!

No, she ain't! She's there!

She is, Johnny! I promise you!

Fucking liar!

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)

Jesus, Christine, now what?!