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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Lead Vocals
Jeff Trott
Jeff Trott
Guitar
Val McCallum
Val McCallum
Guitar
Tim Smith
Tim Smith
Bass Guitar
Gregg Williams
Gregg Williams
Percussion
Dan McCarroll
Dan McCarroll
Drums
Bobby Keys
Bobby Keys
Tenor Saxophone
Michael Davis
Michael Davis
Trombone
Kent Smith
Kent Smith
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Songwriter
Jeff Trott
Jeff Trott
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sheryl Crow
Sheryl Crow
Producer
Andy Wallace
Andy Wallace
Mixing Engineer
Trina Shoemaker
Trina Shoemaker
Recording Engineer
Husky Hoskolds
Husky Hoskolds
Assistant Recording Engineer
Brant Scott
Brant Scott
Assistant Recording Engineer
Howard Willing
Howard Willing
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ryan Baesch
Ryan Baesch
Assistant Recording Engineer
Steve Sisco
Steve Sisco
Assistant Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

Hey let's party, let's get down Let's turn the radio on, this is the meltdown Get out the camera, take a picture Drag queens and the freaks are all out on the town And cowboy Jim's in bed Nursing a swollen head Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about Now there goes the neighborhood The photo chick made to look sickly Is standing in her panties in the shower She plays the guitar in the bathroom While the police dust her mother's plastic flowers And Schoolboy John's in jail Making a killing through the U.S. Mail Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about Now there goes the neighborhood... Neighborhood... Well there goes the neighborhood This is the movie of a screenplay Of a book about a girl who meets a junkie Messenger gets shot down Just for carrying the message to her flunkie We can't be certain who the villains are 'Cause everyone's so pretty But the after-party's sure to be a wing-ding As it moves into your city, oh... Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the stink was about Sunshine Sally and Peter Ustanov Don't like the scene anyhow I dropped acid on a Saturday night Just to see what the fuss was about Now there goes the neighborhood... Hood... Now there goes the neighborhood There goes the neighborhood
Writer(s): Sheryl Crow, Jeff Trott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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