クレジット

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Cliff Richard
Cliff Richard
Vocals
The Drifters
The Drifters
Vocals
Terry Smart
Terry Smart
Drums
Ian Samwell
Ian Samwell
Guitar
Ernie Shear
Ernie Shear
Guitar
Frank Clarke
Frank Clarke
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ian Samwell
Ian Samwell
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Keith Bessey
Keith Bessey
Mastering Engineer
Norrie Paramor
Norrie Paramor
Producer
Malcolm Addey
Malcolm Addey
Recording Engineer

歌詞

Bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
An' you find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
(High class baby, high class baby)
(High class baby, high class baby)
Well, go and find a rich man, put your arms around him
Tell him that you love him then go out and drown him
Maybe with your riches, you'll find true happiness
But I'll stay here a-rocking, 'cause it's what I love the best
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
(High class baby, high class baby)
(High class baby, high class baby)
(High class baby, high class baby)
(High class baby, high class baby)
Bye, bye, bye, bye, baby doll, I find you too high class
I bought myself a ticket, but you won't let me pass
This pink champagne and caviar are all very grand
But I prefer just rocking to a rock 'n' roll band
You find a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, bye, bye, my baby
(High class baby, high class baby)
(High class baby, high class baby)
You've got sable mink and a Cadillac
Believe me honey, you're taking things too far
You can't find a true love with a sack of gold
Come on and love me, little honey, before you grow too old
In a joint that's a hoppin' and a cat that's a boppin'
There'll be no stoppin' me, wait and see
Lotta things I gotta do, go put on my dancing shoes
Honey, I soon lose the blues, wait until you hear the news
You're still my own true, my very own true
You're still my high class baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean to me, baby
(High class baby, high class baby) Baby, you're so high class
(High class baby, high class baby) Don't be mean, baby
Written by: Ian Samwell
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