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Créditos

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Vocals
Jim Creeggan
Jim Creeggan
Electric Upright Bass
Tyler Stewart
Tyler Stewart
Drums
Kevin Hearn
Kevin Hearn
Keyboards
Steven Page
Steven Page
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Producer
Boo Macleod
Boo Macleod
Assistant Recording Engineer
Charlie Brocco
Charlie Brocco
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Kevin Szymanski
Kevin Szymanski
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Scott Lake
Scott Lake
Assistant Recording Engineer
Susan Rogers
Susan Rogers
Recording Engineer
David Leonard
David Leonard
Mixing Engineer

Letra

It's been one week since you looked at me Cocked your head to the side and said, "I'm angry" Five days since you laughed at me saying "Get that together, come back and see me" Three days since the living room I realized it's all my fault but couldn't tell you Yesterday, you'd forgiven me But it'll still be two days till I say I'm sorry Hold it now and watch the hoodwink As I make you stop, think You'll think you're looking at Aquaman I summon fish to the dish Although I like the Chalet Swiss I like the sushi 'Cause it's never touched a frying pan Hot like wasabi when I bust rhymes Big like LeAnn Rimes Because I'm all about value Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits You try to match wits You try to hold me but I bust through Gonna make a break and take a fake I'd like a stinkin' achin' shake I like vanilla, it's the finest of the flavours Gotta see the show 'cause then you'll know The vertigo is gonna grow 'cause it's so dangerous You'll have to sign a waiver How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad? Trying hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of taking off my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Threw your arms in the air and said, "You're crazy" Five days since you tackled me I've still got the rug burns on both my knees It's been three days since the afternoon You realized it's not my fault, not a moment too soon Yesterday, you'd forgiven me And now I sit back and wait till you say you're sorry Chickity China the Chinese chicken You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin' Watchin' X-Files with no lights on We're dans la maison I hope the Smoking Man's in this one Like Harrison Ford I'm getting frantic Like Sting I'm tantric Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurosawa, I make mad films 'Kay, I don't make films But if I did they'd have a Samurai Gonna get a set a' better clubs Gonna find the kind with tiny nubs Just so my irons aren't always flying off the back-swing Gotta get in tune with Sailor Moon 'Cause that cartoon has got the boom anime babes That make me think the wrong thing How can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad? Tryin' hard not to smile though I feel bad I'm the kind of guy who laughs at a funeral Can't understand what I mean? You soon will I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve I have a history of losing my shirt It's been one week since you looked at me Dropped your arms to your sides and said, "I'm sorry" Five days since I laughed at you and said "You just did just what I thought you were gonna do" Three days since the living room We realized we're both to blame, but what could we do? Yesterday, you just smiled at me 'Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry It'll still be two days till we say we're sorry Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Writer(s): Ed Robertson Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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