Barbara Dickson - Salon Mystique lyrics

Viv : At Salon Mystique, To tell you the truth We haven't the secret of eternal youth But here are the creams The powders and oils, We slap on your skin an' 'air To make you feel like flippin' royals Your spirits are down We'll give them a lift We've not seen the laughter line We couldn't shift We're fighting the flab It soon disappears We'll turn back the clock We'll roll back the years We have the know how With an oil of avocado Soon we will show how You can look like Brigitte Bardot Viv/Receptionist : The young Brigitte Bardot Viv : Now what can we do for you today? Mrs Waterman : I wanna new look Viv : We will transform you, madam - in a trice! Mrs Waterman : Summut like her Viv : What? Michelle Pfeiffer? Why not; very nice! Mrs Waterman : Or Claudia Schiffer - which do you prefer? Viv : Be less ambitious, love That's my advice. Mrs Waterman : So how did it feel? Viv : Hey up! I think I know what's coming now! Mrs Waterman : You being so rich! Viv : And blowing every cent, you soppy cow? Mrs Waterman : Then chucking it all away (And now she's broke, the silly b**h!) I bet you feel daft. Viv : Oh yes, Ms Pfeiffer, don't you like to gloat. Mrs Waterman : You must have been thick. Viv : Pa** me that towel - I'll shove it down her throat. Mrs Waterman : Just thinking of all that waste - it makes you sick. Viv : Who did you hair last? He'd had a few beers. Sit back in your seat And roll back the years Roll back the years, Old dears Fight the good fight, Wrinklies must unite. Roll back the years Mrs Waterman : So how did it feel like? Winning all that money? Sue : Hey, Gran! Viv : Sue! Sue : Hey Gran! Guess what I've done? Viv : What? Sue : I've only gone and won it! Viv : What you won? Sue : I've only won the Lottery Mrs Waterman : You Nicholsons are jammy bleeders! Sue : Guess what? I'm gonna blow the lot! I'm gonna be like you, Gran! I'm gonna Spend! Spend! Spend! Twenty-five quid! Viv : Still, that's what it felt like! At least, I think that's what it felt like... Roll back the years, the years Picture the past Time that went so fast Roll back the years, All the things you can't forget, Funny memories, and yet, Somehow they're beautiful. Roll back the years The years. Try to recall Was it real at all? Roll back the years, See the girl I used to be Always late - aye, that were me. And maybe - beautiful...?