Lyrics 1963 - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charlotte Blackledge, Wayne Robinson

1963

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 gits
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 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.)
(laughing)
Wait!
It’s Charlie!
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?!