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Jamie Webster
보컬
Dave Eringa
프로그래밍
Jim Sharrock
드럼
Tim Cunningham
베이스 기타
Danny Murphy
일렉트릭 기타
Gavin Fitzjohn
실연자
Bernard Kane
비올라
WILLIAM HILLMAN
바이올린
Simon Howes
바이올린
Juliet McCarthy
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작곡 및 작사
Jamie Webster
작곡가
Tim Cunningham
타악기 편곡가
Gavin Fitzjohn
타악기 편곡가
Bernard Kane
현악기 편곡가
프로덕션 및 엔지니어링
Dave Eringa
프로듀서
Ed Woods
마스터링 엔지니어
가사
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) and everybody's on it
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) though the product's pretty
It's en evident pity now
That they don't want it, no, they just don't want it
(Ladies and gentlemen, I would like to introduce you)
(To the tale of Fickle Fran, your local unofficial salesman)
Franny's not rich no, neither poor
Sells knock-off clobber door to door
Says winter's far too cold
And the wages don't come near
On a sunny prom, he'll sell to masses
Cheap handbags and fake sunglasses
Like he's in a crack-house
And he's a dealer pushing gear
Sets up a stall near where a band begins to play
But Fran, he's living in ten years yesterday
And as the bands sings
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) and everybody's on it
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) though the product's pretty
It's en evident pity now that they don't want it
As the sun beats down and the beverages pour
Fran pulls a frown because the game he once knew
Ain't the same anymore
Burning skin, pouring sweat
The man's not sold an item yet
He sighs, "Life's getting harder now
And this job's become a curse"
Fran admits with heavy shame
"Things went downhill since Bezos came
And all these eastern websites
Well, they've made things even worse"
Poor Fickle Francis just won't admit defeat
He now prays for winter to get back on his feet
And as the band sings
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) and everybody's on it
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) though the product's pretty
It's en evident pity now that they don't want it
So he tries a different door
With claims of selling everything you need and more
Says, "I'm living with an eye on bailiffs after me"
Still rather this than working in a factory
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) the sun's out in the city
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) and everybody's on it
(Ba, ba-da-da-da, ba) though the product's pretty
It's en evident pity now that they don't want it
Writer(s): Jamie Mark Webster
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