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Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Mick Hucknall
Voix principales
Chris Joyce
Batterie
Fritz McIntyre
Claviers
Tim Kellett
Trompette
Tony Bowers
Basse
Ronnie Ross
Saxophone baryton
Ian Dickson
Saxophone ténor
Sylvan Richardson
Guitare
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Mick Hucknall
Paroles/Composition
Chris Joyce
Arrangement
David Fryman
Arrangement
Fritz McIntyre
Arrangement
Tim Kellett
Arrangement
Tony Bowers
Arrangement
Sylvan Richardson
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Chris Dickie
Assistance d’ingénierie
Arun Chakraverty
Ingénierie de mastérisation
Stewart Levine
Production
Femi Jjiya
Ingénierie de mixage
Paroles
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha (he-he)
Ha-ha-ha
Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over into my little boy
You see, I'm going somewhere
I don't know what I'm gonna do when, when I get there
You know money's a thing your only inspiration
And your only meaning
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall
Mend that fight, it's all twisted through them
If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome, you welcome
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome, you welcome
You welcome to the bar
Having mercy and licking up love
And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough
You see, you ain't all I want
You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind
Mend that fight
If you ain't rich then welcome to the bar
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kicking up a ball inside a number ten wall
Mend that fight, oh twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball, no more
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
Yeah, you won't go to the ball (if you ain't gat)
You won't go to the ball (yeah)
You won't go, you won't go (you never go there, you never go there)
You won't go to the ball (you never go there)
You won't go to the ball (if you ain't gat that)
You won't go to the ball (oh)
You won't go, you won't go (never go there, never go there)
You won't go to the ball (never go there)
I tried to make you see
I tell you I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money was a thing that I believed in
I tried to make you see
I tell you, I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
You know I may, hey
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Yeah, hu-hu-ye-yeah
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha (yeh)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Writer(s): Michael James Hucknall
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