Создатели
ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ
Eric Valentine
Клавишные инструменты
Steve Harwell
Вокал
Greg Camp
Гитара
Paul DeLisle
Бас-гитара
Kevin Coleman
Барабаны
Michael Klooster
Клавишные инструменты
Mark Camp
Звуковые эффекты
Dana Pfeffer
Ксилофон
Michael Urbano
Барабаны
МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Greg Camp
Автор песен
ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Eric Valentine
Продюсер
Brian Gardner
Мастеринг-инженер
Jacquire King
Инженер обработки
Trevor Adkinson
Ассистент инженера
Слова
Somebody once told me
The world is gonna roll me
I ain't the sharpest tool in the shed
She was looking kind of dumb
With her finger and her thumb
In the shape of an "L" on her forehead
Well, the years start coming
And they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
It's a cool place and they say it gets colder
You're bundled up now, wait 'til you get older
But the meteor men beg to differ
Judging by the hole in the satellite picture
The ice we skate is getting pretty thin
The water's getting warm so you might as well swim
My world's on fire, how about yours?
That's the way I like it and I never get bored
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
All that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
(Go for the moon, go, go)
(Go for the moon, go, go)
(Go for the moon)
(Go, go, go for the moon)
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars
Somebody once asked
"Could I spare some change for gas?
I need to get myself away from this place"
I said, "Yep, what a concept
I could use a little fuel myself"
And we could all use a little change
Well, the years start coming
And they don't stop coming
Fed to the rules and I hit the ground running
Didn't make sense not to live for fun
Your brain gets smart, but your head gets dumb
So much to do, so much to see
So what's wrong with taking the back streets?
You'll never know if you don't go (go!)
You'll never shine if you don't glow
Hey now, you're an all star
Get your game on, go play
Hey now, you're a rock star
Get the show on, get paid
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
And all that glitters is gold
Only shooting stars break the mold
Writer(s): Greg Camp
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