Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Guitare
Roy Estrada
Roy Estrada
Guitare basse
Ray Collins
Ray Collins
Percussion
Elliot Ingber
Elliot Ingber
Guitare
Jimmy Carl Black
Jimmy Carl Black
Batterie
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Frank Zappa
Frank Zappa
Paroles/Composition
Ray Collins
Ray Collins
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Production
Ami Hadani
Ami Hadani
Ingénierie de prise de son
Val Valentin
Val Valentin
Ingénierie de prise de son

Paroles

[Verse 1]
A year ago today
Was when you went away
But now, you come back knocking on my door
And you will say you're back to stay, but I say
[Verse 2]
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you anymore
[Verse 3]
You cheated me, baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to set you free
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you anymore
[Verse 4]
Yeah, a year ago today
You went away
And now, you come back crying
Crying, "Darling, please, let me in"
I don't need you
No, I don't love you anymore
So go lean on, go cry on
Somebody else's door
[Verse 5]
Go cry
On somebody else's shoulder
I'm somewhat wiser now
And one whole year older
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you anymore
[Verse 6]
Oh, my darling
Go ahead and cry
Go ahead and let the tears fall out of your eye
Let 'em fall on your dress
Who cares if it makes a mess?
I gave you my high school ring
At the root beer stand
We had a teenage love, baby
I thought it was sharp, it was really so grand, but
[Verse 7]
You cheated me, baby
And told some dirty lies about me
Fooled around with all those other guys
That's why I had to get my khakis pressed
I sure don't need you now
And I don't love you anymore
[Verse 8]
(Baby, I) Baby, I love you so much, darling
(I, oh, I love you) Why don't you dig me?
(Baby) I, I dig you, but you don't dig me
(Oh, I need you) I don't understand what it is, I
(Baby) I had my car reupholstered
(Oh, I love you) I got my hair processed
Got a nice pompadour job on it (Oh, my baby)
I bought a new pair of shoes (Oh, my love)
I got some new khakis and I met you
And we went out to get a Coca-Cola
Written by: Frank Zappa, Ray Collins
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