Dari
PERFORMING ARTISTS
James Snyder
Vocals
Carmel Dean
Conductor
Marco Paguia
Piano
Randy Cohen
Keyboards
Sylvia d'Avanzo
First Violin
Matt Lehmann
Violin
Alissa Smith
Viola
Paul Woodiel
Violin
Louise Owen
Violin
Entcho Todorov
Violin
Robin Zeh
Violin
Liuh-Wen Ting
Viola
Whitney LaGrange
Viola
Alisa Horn
Cello
Jeanne LeBlanc
Cello
Diane Barere
Cello
David Noland
Woodwinds
Rick Heckman
Woodwinds
Bud Burridge
Trumpet
Alec Berlin
Guitar
Jim Hershman
Guitar
Brian Hamm
Bass
Damien Bassman
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Kitt
Composer
Brian Yorkey
Lyrics
Michael Starobin
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Kitt
Producer
Steven Epstein
Producer
David Stone
Producer
Todd Whitelock
Mixing Engineer
Fred Sladkey
Engineer
Raphael Lee
Assistant Engineer
Dan Fyfe
Assistant Engineer
Jack Mason
Assistant Engineer
Lirik
Hey, kid
Everyone's waiting on you, kid
Everyone's wondering what you'll do, kid
It's true kid
Me too, kid
Hey, kid
We're so excited
Just to know you'll soon be here
Say, kid
We're both delighted
Though that may not seem so clear
But I did my o.b. rotation
So I know the ins and outs
And you're an act of God's creation
So I'm fine with all the doubts
I'm a doctor and a soldier
I've been shelled, and under fire
But kid
If I say that you don't scare me, I'm a liar
Now kid
You did surprise me
Though I know the facts of life
Wow, kid
It terrifies me
Just to say "My pregnant wife"
'Cause kid, I gotta tell ya
I'm not ready, not a bit
There's this macho act I'll sell ya
While inside I lose my shit
It's not that I don't want you
'Cause I do, despite my fears
But kid
Is it true you'll stick around for eighteen years?
Then the call comes on the iPhone
I grab a cab cross town
I find her on the fourth floor
And they've got her in the gown
She's never looked less lovely
She's a grump and she's got gas
And the labor's eighteen hours
Oh my God, kid, move your ass
Then at last you make your entrance
And, well, kid, you're quite a sight
I'll be honest – you're disgusting
But I know that you're all right
Though you're screaming and you're spitting
And I can't quite see your charms
They clean you and they clothe you
And they put you in my arms
And I realize, in an instant
That I've known you all along
That I've wanted you forever
That I'll never do you wrong
And whatever this world comes to
And whatever comes our way
I will watch you, and protect you
I promise, kid, we'll be okay
We'll be okay
We'll be okay
Hey
Kid
I feel like yelling
Ring the bell and bang the drum
Say, kid
There's just no telling all the things that you'll become
And I think we'll have some fun here
Your mom, and you, and me
And before your time is done here
Kid of mine, I hope you'll see
That this life is what you make it
It's cliché, which means it's true
And kid
It makes my life to know I helped make you
As a father, kid, I may not have a clue
But your mom and me will somehow muddle through
If my asshole dad could do it, I can too
In fact, I'll do better, I'll start new
'Cause kid
My kid
Our kid
I love you
Written by: Brian Yorkey, Tom Kitt