1963 - Andrew Lloyd Webber, Charlotte Blackledge, Wayne Robinson

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?!