Music Video

Razzmatazz
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pulp
Pulp
Performer
Phil Vinall
Phil Vinall
Remixer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Candida Doyle
Candida Doyle
Composer
Nick Banks
Nick Banks
Composer
Jarvis Cocker
Jarvis Cocker
Composer
Steve Mackey
Steve Mackey
Composer
Russell Senior
Russell Senior
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ed Buller
Ed Buller
Producer
Phil Vinall
Phil Vinall
Producer

Lyrics

The trouble with your brother, he's always sleeping with your mother And I know that your sister missed her time again this month Am I talking too fast or are you just playing dumb? If you want I can write it down It should matter to you but aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and the nights on the town? Oh-oh-oh Oh you knew it and you blew it didn't you babe? I was lying when I asked you to stay now no-one's gonna care If you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed And all those stupid little things they ain't working No they aren't working at all oh You started getting fatter three weeks after I left you Now you're going with some kid looks like some bad comedian Are you gonna go out, are you sitting at home eating boxes of Milk Tray? Watch TV on your own, aren't you the one with your razzmatazz and your nights on the town? Oh-oh-oh And your father wants to help you doesn't he babe? But your mother wants to put you away Now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed And all those stupid little things they ain't working Oh they aren't working at all Oh well I saw you at the doctor's waiting for a test You tried to look like some kind of heiress but your face is such a mess And now you're going to a party and you're leaving on your own Oh I'm sorry but didn't you say that things go better with a little bit of razzamatazz? Na na nana na na na... and now no-one's gonna care if you don't call them when you said And he's not coming round tonight to try and talk you into bed Now it's half past ten in the evening and you wish that you were dead 'cos all those stupid little things No they ain't working, oh they aren't working at all.
Writer(s): Russell Senior, Candida Doyle, Stephen Patrick Mackey, Jarvis Branson Cocker, Nick Banks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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