クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sara Gettelfinger
Sara Gettelfinger
Vocals
Stan Brown
Stan Brown
Vocals
Grant Gustin
Grant Gustin
Vocals
Nick Grinder
Nick Grinder
Bass Trombone
Sara Hewitt-Roth
Sara Hewitt-Roth
Cello
Mike Dobson
Mike Dobson
Drums
Brandon Lee
Brandon Lee
Trumpet
Randy Cohen
Randy Cohen
Programming
Peter Douskalis
Peter Douskalis
Guitar
Sam Starobin
Sam Starobin
Programming
Abel Garriga
Abel Garriga
Keyboards
Joe De Paul
Joe De Paul
Vocals
Elizabeth Doran
Elizabeth Doran
Music Director
Katie Von Braun
Katie Von Braun
Violin
Alden Banta
Alden Banta
Reeds
David Mann
David Mann
Reeds
MaryAnn McSweeney
MaryAnn McSweeney
Acoustic Bass Guitar
Matthew SanGiovanni'
Matthew SanGiovanni'
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
PigPen Theatre Co.
PigPen Theatre Co.
Composer
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Orchestrator
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Arranger
August Eriksmoen
August Eriksmoen
Orchestrator
Daryl Waters
Daryl Waters
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Benedict Braxton-Smith
Music Supervisor
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Mary-Mitchell Campbell
Music Supervisor
Ian Kagey
Ian Kagey
Recording Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Juan Carlos Martínez CR
Juan Carlos Martínez CR
Assistant Engineer
Matthew Sullivan
Matthew Sullivan
Assistant Engineer
Omisha Chaitanya
Omisha Chaitanya
Assistant Engineer

歌詞

You got to look, yeah, it's clear as could be
Young fellas always wear their parts on their sleeve
Take what you're feelin', take it from me
And stuff it where the sun don't shine
You really put yourself out on a limb
Right smack-dab in the center of attention
You're a balloon in a room full of pins
And your altitude's on the decline
You've got feelings, that's bad news
Printed in bold all over you
Stop the presses, shut it down
Before the story's circulating all over town, oh
Don't be the squeaky wheel
Steer clear of banana peels
Don't make a spectacle, be a respectable employee
You see, it's because we're both over the stage
Folks like you ought to act their age
Squeaky wheels don't get the grease, they get fired!
Two hundred people stuffed into a train procession
Slinging tickets in the midst of a depression
Some days we eat, some days we don't, it begs the question
What would it take to blow the whole thing up?
Maybe some idiot from humpty-dump Connecticut
Who gets it in his head to take a swing 'fore the fence is hit
Doesn't take a doctorate in physics or arithmetic
To see how you could get the rest of us screwed
Don't be the squeaky wheel
Don't spoil a steady meal
Think of the rest of us
Don't make a mess of this
Whole damn thing
Be grateful!
You're well-employed in a well-oiled machine
Bite the hand that feeds you and it's bound to get mean
Squeaky wheels don't get the grease
They drive the whole train off of the tracks
Squeaky wheels don't get the grease
They get sacked!
Marlena has a way of taming what could explode
But there's powder leaking out of a keg, it's ready to blow!
And you're playin' with fire, kiddo
But you ain't the only one who will burn
So, if not for us, then for Marlena's sake, Jake
Give her some space, okay?
I won't be the squeaky wheel
I'll keep an even keel
Just be professional
Only discretion'll
Guide my steps
We mean it!
I didn't mean to be the cause of concern
Just don't play with fire and you won't get burned
Squeaky wheels ain't worth the toil, they get—
Squeaky wheels don't get the goil, they get—
Squeaky wheels don't get the oil, they get gone
Written by: PigPen Theatre Co.
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