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INTERPRÉTATION
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Chant
J.V. Collier
J.V. Collier
Basse
Sonny Emory
Sonny Emory
Batterie
John Thomas
John Thomas
Claviers
Bobby Read
Bobby Read
Bois
Doug Derryberry
Doug Derryberry
Guitare
Floyd Hill, Jr.
Floyd Hill, Jr.
Chant
Tim Smith
Tim Smith
Chant
Eric Jackson
Eric Jackson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Bruce Hornsby
Bruce Hornsby
Production
Tony Berg
Tony Berg
Production
Shawn Everett
Shawn Everett
Ingénierie de mixage

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Poppin' up, poppin' down Burrowing, making their funny little sounds Guarding the ground and rooting all around Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town 1. Teddy Roosevelt said come quick There's a phenomenon and I'm in the thick of it Riding around the badlands range They came upon those creatures so strange They're so small they couldn't hurt you Just like they said about Napoleon too Oh so cute they're sneaking around Hiding the crimes 'round the Prairie Dog Town They lay in wait 'neath the Dakota moon For the chance to make you their next victim soon Poppin' up, poppin' down Burrowing, making their funny little sounds Guarding the ground and rooting all around Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town 2. Went to a party at the Prairie Dog Town Hills and holes and manicured grounds Gaiety and chattering was in the air While grinning teeth waited to bite you there Small of mind better watch your back Need rapid-moving eyes just to keep track Behind the Bush he makes the gut strings wail You can't judge a dog by the wag of its tail Poppin' up, poppin' down Burrowing, making their funny little sounds Guarding the ground and rooting all around Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town Don't put your trust in a prairie dog They'll rob you back and steal your drawers Stay in your car behind the glass Or you might get some big sharp teeth in that ass Disregard the great ethical truths It's the collective life of the herd for you Closed society, no open door policy Collectivist secretive ideology Utilitarian Sublimation of individual identities Suppression of dissidents Communal living country club victory For him and her and she and he Poppin' up, poppin' down Burrowing, making their funny little sounds Guarding the ground and rooting all around Watch your dry bones in the prairie dog town The rose grows sick from the dark love of the worm That finds its way to her crimson bed And twists and turns And burrows and burns
Writer(s): Calvin Broadus, Pharrell Williams, Bruce Hornsby, Chad Hugo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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