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White Collar Boy
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Belle and Sebastian
Belle and Sebastian
Исполнитель
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
Бас-гитара
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Christopher Thomas Geddes
Клавишные инструменты
Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
Синтезатор
Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
Барабаны
Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
Вокал
Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
Вокал
Stephen Thomas Jackson
Stephen Thomas Jackson
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МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА
Bob Kildea
Bob Kildea
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Chris Geddes
Chris Geddes
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Stevie Jackson
Stevie Jackson
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Mick Cooke
Mick Cooke
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Richard William Colburn
Richard William Colburn
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Sarah Ann Martin
Sarah Ann Martin
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Stuart Murdoch
Stuart Murdoch
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ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ
Chris Reynolds
Chris Reynolds
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Jason Mott
Jason Mott
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Todd Burke
Todd Burke
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Tony Hoffer
Tony Hoffer
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You're a white collar boy and you gave into the law Give in to the pressure, the cops gonna getcha You were a thieving dog at work until they caught your little paw Your wage won't stretch to picking up checks A custodial sentence she narrowly avoided Community service you had to go along with You're banging the rocks at the old city docks Poor boy, poor boy, poor boy, poor boy Boy, poor boy, poor boy, poor boy You were chained to a girl that would kill you with a look It's a nice way to die, she's so easy on the eye She said, "Let's get away" but you played it by the book You're a warden's pet, she's a screaming suffragette We ain't in prison, we'll just finish up and go home She said "Not for me, I've got plans for later on" So she belted the sarge, she jumped on a barge And you fell, you fell, you fell, you fell Fell, you fell, you fell, you fell White collar got dirt in your pants You got egg in your hair, you got spit on your chin, you're a- White collar scared to be bored Blue Collar, she's opening doors White collar boy on the run from the law She said "You ain't ugly, you can kiss me if you like" Go ahead and kiss her, you don't know what you're missing Now baby you're special but there's something not quite right She's a Venus in flares and you wanna split hairs Oh, I am innocent, you were the rocket Things were okay till you took out the copper Now leave me alone, get used to the chains You're a pain, you're a pain, you're a pain, you're a pain Pain, you're a pain, you're a pain, you're a pain White collar got dirt in your pants You got egg in your hair, you've got spit on your chin, you're a- White collar got dirt in your pants You got egg in your hair, you've got spit on your chin, you're a- White collar, scared to be bored Blue Collar, she's opening doors White collar boy on the run from the law The law, the law, the law Get on your bike, get on your horse
Writer(s): Stuart Murdoch, Christopher Geddes, Michael Cooke, Stephen Jackson, Bob Kildea, Sarah Martin, Richard Colburn Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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