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One Week
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On Tour
Rock
One Week was released on April 14, 2017 by Raisin' Records as a part of the album Ladies and Gentlemen: Barenaked Ladies & the Persuasions
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Release DateApril 14, 2017
LabelRaisin' Records
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM110

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Barenaked Ladies
Barenaked Ladies
Performer
The Persuasions
The Persuasions
Performer
Jim Creeggan
Jim Creeggan
Background Vocals
Kevin Hearn
Kevin Hearn
Piano
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Vocals
Tyler Stewart
Tyler Stewart
Drums
Jayotis Washington
Jayotis Washington
Baritone
Samuel White
Samuel White
Baritone
Jimmy Hayes
Jimmy Hayes
Bass
Dave Revels
Dave Revels
Vocals
Clifford Dawson
Clifford Dawson
Tenor
Raymond Sanders
Raymond Sanders
Tenor
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ed Robertson
Ed Robertson
Composer
Dave Revels
Dave Revels
Vocal Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Lenny DeRose
Lenny DeRose
Mixing Engineer
Gavin Brown
Gavin Brown
Producer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
It's been one week since you looked at me
Cocked your head to the side and said, I'm angry
Five days since you laughed at me, saying
Get that together, come back and see me
Three days since the living room
I realized it's all my fault but couldn't tell you
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
But it'll still be two days till I say, I'm sorry
[Verse 2]
Hold it now and watch the hoodwink
'Cause I make you stop, think
Think you're looking at Aquaman
Summon fish to the dish although
I like the Chalet Suisse
I like the sushi
Never touched a frying pan
Hot, like wasabi, when I bust rhymes
Big like LeAnn Rimes
'Cause I'm all about value
Bert Kaempfert's got the mad hits
Trying to match wits
Trying to hold me but I bust through
Gonna make a break and take a fake
I'd like a stinkin', achin' shake
I like vanilla, finest of the flavors
See the show 'cause then you'll know
That vertigo is gonna grow it's so dangerous
You'll have to sign a waver
[Verse 3]
Can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kinda guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? Well, you soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
Have a history of taking off my shirt
[Verse 4]
It's been one week since you looked at me
You threw your arms in the air and said, you're crazy
Five days since you tackled me
I still got the rug burns on both my knees
It's been three days since the afternoon
You realized it's not my fault, not a moment too soon
Yesterday you'd forgiven me
Now I sit back wait till you say you're sorry
[Verse 5]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
[Verse 6]
Chickity-China, the Chinese Chicken
You have a drumstick and your brain stops tickin'
Watching X-Files with no lights on
We're dans la maison
Hope the smoking man's in this one
Like Harrison Ford, I'm getting frantic
Like Sting, I'm tantric
Snickers guaranteed to satisfy
Like Kurosawa, I make mad films
'Kay, I don't make films
But if I did, they'd have a samurai
Gonna get us a set of better clubs
And when they come, tryna find the kind with tiny nubs
Just so my iron's aren't always flying off the backswing
Get in tune with Sailor Moon 'cause that cartoon
Has got the boom anime babes
Make me think the wrong thing
[Verse 7]
Can I help it if I think you're funny when you're mad?
Trying hard not to smile, though I feel bad
I'm the kinda guy who laughs at a funeral
Can't understand what I mean? You soon will
I have a tendency to wear my mind on my sleeve
I have a history of losing my shirt
[Verse 8]
It's been one week since you looked at me
Dropped your arms to your sides and said, I'm sorry
Five days since I laughed at you, and said
You just did just what I thought you were gonna do
Three days since the living room
Realized we're both to blame, but what could we do?
Yesterday you just smiled at me
'Cause it'll still be two days till we say we're sorry
[Verse 9]
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Still be two days till we say we're sorry
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Still be two days till we say we're sorry
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
It's Birchmount Stadium, home of the Robbie
Ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh
Written by: Ed Robertson
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