Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Jimmy Smith
Jimmy Smith
Performer
Wes Montgomery
Wes Montgomery
Performer
Oliver Nelson
Oliver Nelson
Conductor
Bob Ashton
Bob Ashton
Tenor Saxophone
Clark Terry
Clark Terry
Trumpet
Danny Bank
Danny Bank
Baritone Saxophone
Ernie Royal
Ernie Royal
Trumpet
Grady Tate
Grady Tate
Drums
Jerome Richardson
Jerome Richardson
Clarinet
Jerry Dodgion
Jerry Dodgion
Alto Saxophone
Jimmy Cleveland
Jimmy Cleveland
Trombone
Jimmy Maxwell
Jimmy Maxwell
Trumpet
Joe Newman
Joe Newman
Trumpet
Melba Liston
Melba Liston
Trombone
Phil Woods
Phil Woods
Clarinet
Quentin Jackson
Quentin Jackson
Trombone
Ray Barretto
Ray Barretto
Percussion
Richard Davis
Richard Davis
Bass
Richard Hixon
Richard Hixon
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Oliver Nelson
Oliver Nelson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Creed Taylor
Creed Taylor
Producer

Lyrics

Ghostly laughter climbs down your spine Don't worry, I'm sure you will be fine Why, you asked, Because you are the scariest of your kind Take my hand, so you won't forget your way Hurry. Or else we will be late Where to, you asked. A party to celebrate this special day. Don't make us wait. Tula pilatu kah luttata Frightened face hidden under your mask Tula putapittana tufeepah Take it easy or we'll tie you up Tula littata luppashah Falila tufeepah tilatu lakah Your shaking voice itches my ears Sing me a song Look, the reflection in my eyes Don't you see the monster live inside? Forgive me please, you begged Is this another trick of yours? You leave me no choice. Don't you escape. Tula pilatu kah luttata Don't forget the faces that you've betrayed Tula putapittana tufeepah Have you ever stopped being jealous? Tula littata luppashah Happiness built on other's misfortunes It's getting late, don't you think? We should move on to the main dish. Don't ruin any food on your plate Tula pilatu kah luttata That serious look on your face is such a waste Tula putapittana tufeepah Let me carve a smiley on your face Tula littata luppashah Chocolate, biscuits, raspberry tarts Open up big, I will feed you until your teeth rot. Can't you see your ugly self? Even poor mirror's about to break. Gobble down a piece of cake for every lie that you say I wonder, how much would you weight? These layers of decaying skin are giving me a stomach ache Congratulations. There's no need to dress up. anymore
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