Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Antonio Banderas
Vocals
Madonna
Vocals
Chris Nightingale
Choir Conductor
David Caddick
Choir Conductor
Nick Curtis
Choir Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madonna
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
David Caddick
Producer
David Reitzas
Recording Engineer
Dick Lewzey
Recording Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Recording Engineer
Robin Sellars
Recording Engineer
Dave Collins
Mastering Engineer
Nigel Wright
Producer
Alan Parker
Producer
David Wagg
Assistant Engineer
Gustavo Moratorio
Assistant Engineer
Jake Davies
Assistant Engineer
Lee McCutcheon
Assistant Engineer
Matt Silva
Assistant Engineer
Toby Wood
Assistant Engineer
Lyrics
Goodnight and thank you whoever
She is in every magazine
Been photographed, seen, she is known
We don't like to rush, but your case has been packed
If she's missed anything, you could give her a ring
But she won't always answer the phone
Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But we have pretended enough
It's best that we both stop fooling ourselves
Which means
There is no one, no one at all
Never has been, and never will be a lover, male or female
Who hasn't an eye on, in fact they rely on
Tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them, promote them
Don't blame them, you're the same
Goodnight and thank you Emilio
You've completed your task
What more can we ask of you now?
Please sign the book on the way out the door
And that will be all, if she needs you she'll call
But I don't think that's likely somehow
Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
But when we were hot, we were hot
I know you'll look back on the good times We've shared
Which means
There is no one, no one at all
Never has been, and never will be a lover, male or female
Who hasn't an eye on, in fact they rely on
Tricks they can try on their partner
They're hoping their lover will help them or keep them
Support them, promote them
Don't blame her, you're the same
There is no soap, no soap like Zaz
No detergent, lotion, or oil with such power in the shower
It's the mother and father of luxury lather
The talk of the bath, the great ointment
One little frolic with new Zaz carbolic
You're scented, you'll be sent
Goodnight and thank you Señor Jabón
We are grateful you found her a spot on the sound radio
We'll think of you every time she's on the air
We'd love you to stay but you'd be in the way
So do up your trousers and go
Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
The decline into silence and doubt
Our passion was just too intense to survive
Which means
This is a club I should never have joined
Someone has made us look fools
Argentine men call the sexual shots
Someone has altered the rules
Fame on the wireless as far as it goes
Is all very well but every girl knows
She needs a man she can monopolize
With fingers in dozens of different pies
Oh but it's sad when a love affair dies
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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