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Funny
199
Rock
Funny was released on June 25, 1990 by UMC (Universal Music Catalogue) as a part of the album Cake
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AlbumCake
Release DateJune 25, 1990
LabelUMC (Universal Music Catalogue)
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM66

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Strings
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Vocals
John Douglas
John Douglas
Guitar
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Guitar
George McDaid
George McDaid
Bass Guitar
Stephen Douglas
Stephen Douglas
Drums
Audrey Riley
Audrey Riley
Strings
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Francis Reader
Francis Reader
Songwriter
John Douglas
John Douglas
Composer
Paul Livingston
Paul Livingston
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trashcan Sinatras
Trashcan Sinatras
Mixing Engineer
Roger Bechirian
Roger Bechirian
Producer
Tony Harris
Tony Harris
Engineer
Peter Rose
Peter Rose
Engineer

Lyrics

I know she doesn't play the field
But she likes to know the strength of the team
She says she doesn't like my style
But I loved her in my own fashion
Kept her under wraps, planted lots of verbal traps
But she won't be gone for long, no, no, no, no
Nothing good ever comes of a bad mood
And when she comes home
She'll kick up some dust and ask me what's wrong
She's a funny kind of girl
Set sail in a ship in a bottle
She's a funny kind of girl
And do the Swiss fake it when the yodal
She's a funny kind of girl, la la la la la la
I know her face so well
Although the color of her eyes escapes me for the moment
So I'll send out the spies to hassle her at home
And all the words to the wise and the 'whys' to the words I say
Though her embrace is like being short-changed or under-charged
I'll never revisit the scene of the crime where I've seen you
Crying with glee
She's a funny kind of girl
Give bad directions to a drunken sailor
He ended up in the hills
And she ended up in the wrong hands
She's a funny kind of girl, la la la la la la
I'll stick out my neck and I'll raise the heavy head of importance
And when the cap fits I'll wear it
And if I knew what made carpets fly
I wouldn't be sitting here twiddling my thumbs
And I'd threadbare my soul and wheedle my way
Into other people's lives
And out of my own
Oh, and out of my own
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Written by: Francis Reader, John Douglas, Paul Livingston
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