Lyric sheets

In the week the box office opened on Sir Cliff's Heathcliff...

lyric sheets

In the week the box office opened on Sir Cliff's Heathcliff...

Wuthering Heist

Scrawny and sallow as watered-down soy,

Sprightly he flounders, the principal Koi.

Fans paralysed in a rictus of joy

Heathcliff. Sir Heathcliff.

Oh Cathy. Oh Boy.

Cynics may grumble but let's persevere,

Prancing around in our fifty-third year.

Hey Kids! Why don't we just do the show here?

Heathcliff. Sir Heathcliff.

Oh Cathy. Oh dear.

Hereby give notice of book sacrificed.

Bronte Society. This is a heist.

Slip in a song and they may be enticed.

Heathcliff. Sir Heathcliff.

Oh Cathy. Oh Christ.

Ghostly and mostly, it's heard on the moor.

Starts in a whine and ends up as a roar.

Hey there's a red London bus at the door.

Cathy? No Una.

We met once before.

Pop Kids today must be thick as a plank.

Sing "Living Doll" and their faces go blank.

Bachelor Boys do it crying to the bank.

Heathcliff, Sir ET

Call home or call Hank.

Martin Newell