Texty:
Company B Keating The Musical

door KEATING: Am I the only one to whom that promise sounds non-core? HOWARD: No, I always tell the truth KEATING: I think we need a little proof KEATING

GARETH EVANS: It's always the same Whenever she walks by My face is aflame And my mouth goes dry My pulse is racing And my heart goes pit-a-pat And I

been flogged with warm lettuce and cabbages! The feral abacus! Come to savage us! He must be ravenous, ravenous! KEATING AND BAND: Mister Mediocrity for the bunyip aristocracy! KEATING

PAUL KEATING: And now We're living in a great creative nation Yet we wait somehow The battle for the country can't be won Until we understand How well

PAUL KEATING: I've been out there pacing Bracing for defeat Ready to be roasted And I felt that demon heat But I got lifted When I thought that I would

PAUL KEATING: They're counting up the votes across Australia And counting down the seconds of my years I've seen quite a few elections I know how to

JOHN HOWARD: Hang on a tic, just let me talk 'Cos you can tell by the way I use my walk I'm just a bloke, a normal bloke, and nothing more I've got my

friend, the beginning is the end From the entrance to the bow Your time starts now My friend, the beginning is the end Even now it lurks behind that door... PAUL KEATING

Keating, Keating, Keating... KEATING: I can feel my heart start beating BAND: Keating, Keating, Keating... HOWARD: No way! That's wrong! That's cheating! BAND: Keating, Keating, Keating, KEATING, KEATING