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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Rufus Wainwright
Vocals
Guy Chambers
Guitar
Karl Brazil
Drums
Richard Flack
Percussion
Steve Sidwell
Orchestra Conductor
Ryan Quigley
Trumpet
Simon Gardner
Trumpet
Paul Spong
Trumpet
Mike Lovatt
Trumpet
Chris Dean
Trombone
Andy Wood
Trombone
Nigel Barr
Bass Trombone
Nigel Hitchcock
Alto Saxophone
Graeme Blevins
Alto Saxophone
Jamie Talbot
Tenor Saxophone
Ben Castle
Tenor Saxophone
Martin Williams
Baritone Saxophone
Alistair White
Trombone
Helena Bonham Carter
Additional Vocals
London Session Orchestra
Orchestra
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Williams
Songwriter
Rufus Wainwright
Songwriter
Guy Chambers
Orchestrator
Steve Sidwell
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Producer
Richard Flack
Producer
Steve Price
Strings Engineer
Felix Rashman
Additional Engineer
Chris Gehringer
Mastering Engineer
Letra
Everyone's suggesting, inferring, in bold type
The idiots and actually the minority
That I'm wasted, that I'm strung out
They all should be wondering why the hell I'm not!
I'm gonna speak my truth, I think I'm losing it
Feel kinda liberated, just a little bit
And I'm a Big Mac short of a happy meal
Not sure what to say or how to feel
Checking into Hotel Crazy,
Leaving all my bags in lobby
The velvet stairs don't make a sound
As we're heading up to higher ground
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
I've got the right to vote, and I can reproduce
And I can tell a lie, just like I tell the truth
I have crazy thoughts, I do crazy deeds
I have special times, for my special needs
I present myself as a normal dude
Look you in the eye when I talk to you
Just a touch of the old socio
Is it empathy I guess I'll never know
It's sensational, I really only care about me
And if it's the end of the road, I want a new road
And the only thing they should be checking out is my ass!
Checking into Hotel Crazy,
Leaving all my bags in lobby
The velvet stairs don't make a sound
As we're heading up to higher ground
Checking into Hotel Crazy, do disturb me
Gonna make you mad, gonna make you sad,
Gonna make you wanna be here
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
Holding onto something that's gone in the wind
I think I can do it, I think I can do it
I think I can do it, I think I can do this
I think I can do it, I think I can do it
I think I can do this, I think I can do it
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers, Rufus Wainwright
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