Lizzie Shirley singer and songwriter,  music and singing leader,  drama teacher and workshop leader, song arranger, actor, comedian and published poet.

Scotsman …’sings as sweetly as anyone in Edinburgh’

Time Out …’equally talented in both arts…a rare and ringing voice’.

5 Stars …’a blithe acoustic stance…utterly lovely’

South London Press : …’highly recommended’ …’a born performer’.



Available for performances of a political/Socialist set of radical songs, (including Brecht, anti-nuclear, Leon Rosselson, etc) In a performance called 'Sing and Survive'. with accompanist on piano.

And for performances as singer/songwriter - including political and social comment songs, love songs, and quirky fun songs.






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“When Women Were Birds”
(A reflection of the casual, everyday sexism, and burgeoning consumerism, of the 1960s.)

“Cor, I like birds.”
“Birds, cor.”
“There goes a bird Mick”.
“Look Steve, there’s some birds”.
“Well MY bird, she’s a playful thing,
Wear’s her skirts short,
Makes the birds sing !
She manages to fly ,
On a good day anyway.
She flies around the shops flip flop.
She’ll buy some more short dresses
Way above her knee
’Cos she’s a pretty bird,
My bird of twenty three.
With eye lashes like spider’s legs,
And mini skirts straight off the peg,
She’ll think she’s a model
Cos her life is such a doddle.
She’ll spend spend spend
Like there’s no tomorrow.
Spend all her money on doing herself up
I like my bird to be pretty
I like my bird to be neat,
I like to hear her song
When she sings tweet tweet tweet
She swings her patent leather handbag
Over her wing
And flies off to the shops
For an all out spending spree.

Her mum is much more dour
And remarks in a voice real sour
That her daughter’s skirts are much too short
No daughter of her’s should ever have bought
A skirt that short.

But my lovely bird just does not care
She’ll buy anything
Without a second thought
With my weekly wage packet
I’ll give it all to her.
My bird is soaring high
Into a brand new age of

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