Crédits
INTERPRÉTATION
Dewey Bunnell
Chant
Dan Peek
Chant
Willie Leacox
Batterie
Gerry Beckley
Chant
George Martin
Claviers
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Dewey Bunnell
Paroles/Composition
George Martin
Arrangement
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Peter Henderson
Opération de bandes
Geoff Emerick
Ingénierie
George Martin
Production
Paroles
Sometimes late when things are real
And people share the gift of gab between themselves
Some are quick to take the bait
And catch the perfect prize that waits among the shelves
But Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad.
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
Oh, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
When I say I'm spinning round, round, round, round
Smoke glass stain bright color
Image going down, down, down, down
Soapsuds green like bubbles
No, Oz never did give nothing to the Tin Man
That he didn't, didn't already have
And Cause never was the reason for the evening
Or the tropic of Sir Galahad
So please believe in me
Writer(s): Bunnell Lee
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