Kredity
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Andy Karl
Vocals
Andrew Call
Vocals
Raymond J Lee
Vocals
Groundhog Day The Musical Company
Vocals
Tim Minchin
Performer
David Holcenberg
Conductor
Deborah Avery
Flute
GREG THYMIUS
Clarinet
Brian Pareschi
Trumpet
Scott Wendholt
Trumpet
James Rogers
Trombone
Howard Joines
Drums
Eric B. Davis
Guitar
Olivier Manchon
Violin
Clara Kennedy
Cello
Brian Hamm
Bass
Michael Gacetta
Keyboards
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tim Minchin
Composer
Christopher Nightingale
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tim Minchin
Producer
Christopher Nightingale
Producer
Michael Croiter
Producer
Andy Manganello
Recording Engineer
Nate Odden
Assistant Engineer
Luke Klingensmith
Assistant Engineer
Matthias Winter
Editing Engineer
Doug Derryberry
Mixing Engineer
Michael Fossenkemper
Mastering Engineer
Texty
I wake up hungover
I go to bed smashed
Like an alcoholic hamster
On one of them little wheelie-things
Every evening the same
Every morning, the pain
I start drinkin' at ten
And by noon, I'm not feeling things
And nobody cares what I'm talkin' about
Oh shit, I just gone thrown up in my mouth
Just swallow it, man
Just swallow it
Your opinions or your vomit
Either way they don't want it (What's your point?)
I think I had a point there, but the point is it don't matter (What is your point)
'Cause it's pointless having points anyway
'Cause nobody cares what I'm saying
Nobody cares what I do (Nobody cares what I do)
What's the point of botherin'
If no one else is bothered?
I was born in this town
And I'm gonna die here, too
I wake with a headache
I take a piss, I often miss
I often get a little bit on the floor
I eat a piece of toast that I found toasted in the toaster
Then I goes to get my jacket by the rack by the back door
And then I get into my truck
I drive a block to Ralphie's shop
It's always shut
I picks him up and drives us up
To Running Rock and shoot some cans
And crack some cans and shoot the breeze
About the weather
Or a sports team or a car
And after that, the bar
Nobody cares what I say
Nobody cares what I do (Nobody cares what I do)
What's the point of botherin'
If no one else is bothered?
I was born in this town
And I'm gonna die here too
I wake with a headache
I take a piss, I often miss
I often get a little bit on the floor
I sometimes try to clean the mess I makes from my mistakes
But for whose sake am I making all this effing effort for?
I wake up each morning to the same damn day
There seems to be jack-shit I can do or say
I got no voice, I got no vote
I got no way to change a Goddamn thing
I think that's a pig
Who gives a fig?
Nobody cares what I do
Nobody cares if I'm alive
Utterly uninfluential
No regrets and no potential
Every turn inconsequential
Yee-haw, let's drive
Nobody cares what I say
Nobody cares about my life (Nobody gives a flying f-)
Utterly un-instrumental
No insurance, no intent
Actually, I've got dental
Okay, well, that's nice
And I'm not sure what the point is
But the point is, it don't matter
Point is it don't matter
'Cause nobody cares what I do
Nobody cares I'm alive (Nobody cares I'm alive)
Utterly uninfluential
No regrets and no potential
Every turn inconsequential
And I'm not sure what the point is
But the point is it don't matter
Not sure what the point is
Point is it don't matter
'Cause nobody cares what I do
Nobody cares if I'm alive (Nobody cares)
Utterly uninfluential
No regrets and no potential
Every turn inconsequential
Utterly repercussion-free!
Though arguably, not for that tree
I think I pooped my dungaree
No consequence at all!
Writer(s): Tim Minchin, Christopher Nightingale
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