volledige song afspelen
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Antonio Banderas
Vocals
Madonna
Vocals
Chris Nightingale
Choir Conductor
David Caddick
Choir Conductor
Nick Curtis
Choir Conductor
Mike Dixon
Orchestra Conductor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Songwriter
Tim Rice
Songwriter
David Cullen
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Madonna
Mixing Engineer
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
David Caddick
Producer
David Reitzas
Mixing Engineer
Dick Lewzey
Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Engineer
Robin Sellars
Engineer
Dave Collins
Mastering Engineer
Nigel Wright
Producer
Alan Parker
Producer
Songteksten
Thus all fairy stories end
Only an actress would pretend
Affairs of State are her latest play
Eight shows a week, two matinees
My, how the worm begins to turn?
When will the chorist girl ever learn?
My, how the worm begins to turn?
When will the chorist girl ever learn?
The chorist girl hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear
She won't go scrambling over the backs of the poor to be accepted
By making donations just large enough to the correct charity
She won't be president of your wonderful societies of philanthropy
Even if you asked her to be as you should have asked her to be
The actress hasn't learned the lines you'd like to hear
She won't join your clubs, she won't dance in your halls
She won't help the hungry once a month at your tambolas
She'll simply take control as you disappear
Forgive my intrusion but fine as those sentiments sound
Little has changed for us peasants down here on the ground
I hate to sound childish, ungrateful, I don't like to moan
But do you now represent anyone's cause but your own?
Everything done will be justified by my Foundation
Writer(s): Tim Rice, Andrew Lloyd Webber
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