Vídeo da música

Vídeo da música

Créditos

INTERPRETAÇÃO
Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Interpretação
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Violão
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Teclados
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Bateria
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Baixo
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Vocais
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Vocais
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Violão
COMPOSIÇÃO E LETRA
Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
Composição
Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
Composição
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Composição
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Composição
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Composição
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Composição
KILDEA BOBBY
KILDEA BOBBY
Composição
PRODUÇÃO E ENGENHARIA
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
Engenharia
Jason Mott
Jason Mott
Engenharia
Todd Burke
Todd Burke
Engenharia
Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
Engenharia (mixagem)

Letra

Well, look at the kid from school
He's teaching mamas and papas how to be a little cool
He's changing fashion, the way he dress
The tracksuits are old, and the hoody's way too moody
For the kid with the will to funk
He dances in secret; he's a part-time punk
Now she's getting off the plane
She wants to write a thesis on the population underprivileged
The kids fighting up the lane
Shoplifting, just drifting
Like The Switchblade And The Cross
But if there's trouble, she's got the moves
She's taking an elementary class in kung fu
I left my washing in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my washing
The black will be grey and the white will be grey
But the blues are still blue
I'm crying out for my mum
If the malady don't go away we're in a little trouble
With the boss of the company
I'm a singer, a swinger
I'm a layabout but laying on
The dock in the lazy sun
Will never quite relegate me to a bum
I left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blue
Oh baby, I love your face (baby, I love your face)
I've been creeping round this town because
Well, creeping's just my way (ooh ooh)
But with a little wink I'll be there (little wink, I'll be there)
I'll be excited for a week, but then excitement starts to fade
I know you're young, but you're out of touch
You're French, your vocabulary's not quite formed
I left my homework in the launderette
I got a letter from my mamma which my stupid dog has ate
I hid behind the fence
Here comes the deputy head with the bark of a bulldog
He's not making much sense
I left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blue
I left my lady in the launderette
You can put some money on it, you can place a little bet
That when I see my lady
The black will be white and the white will be black
But the blues are still blue
Written by: Chris Geddes, KILDEA BOBBY, Mick Cooke, Richard William Colburn, Sarah Ann Martin, Stevie Jackson, Stuart Murdoch
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