Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Piano
Bobbi Page
Bobbi Page
Chœurs
Jim Keltner
Jim Keltner
Batterie
Jimmy Johnson
Jimmy Johnson
Guitare basse
John Goux
John Goux
Guitare
Luana Jackman
Luana Jackman
Chœurs
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Claviers
Weldon Parks
Weldon Parks
Guitare
Yvonne Williams
Yvonne Williams
Chœurs
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Paroles/Composition
Don Davis
Don Davis
Orchestration
Jo Ann Kane
Jo Ann Kane
Copie musicale
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Randy Newman
Randy Newman
Production
Jim Flamberg
Jim Flamberg
Production
Don Davis
Don Davis
Production
Frank Wolf
Frank Wolf
Ingénierie de mixage
Chris Montan
Chris Montan
Production déléguée
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

I was on top of the world living high
It was right in my pocket
I was living the life
Things were just the way they should be
When from out of the sky like a bomb
Comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden
Some strange things are happening to me
I had friends, I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can to carry on
I had power (Power)
I was respected (Respect)
But not anymore
And I've lost the love of the one whom I adored
Let me tell you, buddy, strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
You got someone you think you know well
Who turns out a stranger
The minute you turn your back
You're in it all by yourself
They laugh at your jokes, you think you're doing quite well
But you're in danger, boy
You end up alone, forgotten, way up on the shelf
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things
Strange things
Written by: Randy Newman
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