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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Fisherman's Friends
The Fisherman's Friends
Performer
Imelda May
Imelda May
Vocals
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Programming
Simon Johnson
Simon Johnson
Guitar
Jon Cleave
Jon Cleave
Vocals
Jeremy Brown
Jeremy Brown
Vocals
John McDonnell
John McDonnell
Vocals
John Lethbridge
John Lethbridge
Vocals
Jason Nicholas
Jason Nicholas
Vocals
Toby Lobb
Toby Lobb
Vocals
Luke Bullen
Luke Bullen
Drums
Sam Sweeney
Sam Sweeney
Fiddle
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Scott English
Scott English
Composer
Larry Weiss
Larry Weiss
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Rupert Christie
Rupert Christie
Mixing Engineer
Simon Johnson
Simon Johnson
Producer
Sam Burden
Sam Burden
Mixing Engineer
Marcus Locock
Marcus Locock
Engineer

Lyrics

You're everywhere and nowhere, baby That's where you're at Going down a bumpy hillside in your hippy hat Flying across the country and getting fat Saying everything is groovy when your tires are flat And it's hi ho silver lining And away you go now, baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss Though it's obvious Flies are in your pea soup, baby They're waving at me Anything you want is yours now Only nothing's for free Lies are gonna get you someday, just wait and see So open up your beach umbrella while you're watching TV And it's hi ho silver lining And away you go, now, baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss Though it's obvious, oh-ooh Oh, and it's hi ho silver lining And away you go, now, baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss Though it's obvious, oh And it's hi ho silver lining And away you go, now, baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss Though it's obvious, ay, ay, ay And it's hi ho silver lining And away you go, now, baby I see your sun is shining But I won't make a fuss
Writer(s): Laurence Weiss, Scott David English Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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