Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Everett Barksdale
Guitar
Lou Mauro
Bass
Bobby Gregg
Drums
Buddy Saltzman
Drums
Herb Lovelle
Drums
Billy Suyker
Guitar
Charley Macey
Guitar
Hugh McCracken
Guitar
Ralph Cassales
Guitar
Vinnie Bell
Guitar
Ernie Hayes
Piano
Jack Jennings
Percussion
Joe Venuti
Percussion
Joe Grimm
Saxophone
Alan Raph
Trombone
Ernie Royal
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Lotti Golden
Songwriter
Bob Crewe
Songwriter
Charles Fox
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dennis King
Mastering Engineer
Sam Feldman
Mastering Engineer
Joe Venuti
Engineer
Angel Sandoval
Recording Engineer
Tony May
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Yesterday I heard me say
I couldn't live without that guy
My, my, what's his name?
Mirror mirror on the wall
Was all you telling me a lie?
I can't explain
Who are your friends?
(You gotta start with you)
Do you see one?
(To yourself be true)
Until you find a face
Respecting what it's done
My, my, tomorrow
Was a lonely day
Until I catch a fire fly
Fly, fly, day away
What is gonna stay
Is gonna stay
The rest will fade away
Who are your friends
What are their names
What are their games
What do they know
Who are your friends?
Where do they go
What do they blow
What do they show
What do they make
What do they fake
What do they shake
Who are your friends?
My, my, tomorrow
Was a lonely day
Until I catch a fire fly
Gotta catch it
Writer(s): Lotti Golden, Bob Crewe
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