Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
D'Molls
Performer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duane Baron
Mixing Engineer
John Purdell
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh...
(Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh...)
Sing a song o' seven pence
Thinkin' that you're heaven sent
A toothy grin'll suck 'em in
Y'chew 'em up 'n' spit 'em out
Mikael, Gabriel
Papa's clock is on the wall
Tickin', tryin' to tell us all
The testament from days of old
Silver thread's among the gold
(Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh...)
Y'know the time is comin'
Y'gotta tell 'em all
Hey, alright
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Forget eleven
Give me 777
(Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh...)
Uriel, Sabrael
Livin' in a magazine
Dyin' for the color green
Your life is like an open book
So open up 'n' take a look
Arael, Adonael
Winners of the human race'll
Lose a little social grace
It's just as well
'Cause what the hell's an elevator?
All aboard!
(Oh, oh-oh, oh, oh...)
Everybody wants an answer
But nobody wants to learn
Hey, alright
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Forget eleven
Give me 777
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
777
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Oh!
Oh!
Say hello 'n' wink an eye
Shake a hand 'n' pass 'em by
'Til y'find the one that's right
Then close your eyes 'n' hold on tight
Take it to the top again
Y'know you've got a real friend
Forget about eleven
Give me 777
(Whoa, oh-oh, oh, oh...)
Everybody wants an answer
But nobody wants to learn
Hey, alright
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Forget eleven
Give me 777
Hey, alright
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Y'know, y'know that number
Y'gonna drop a dime?
Hey, alright
Whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh-oh...
Forget eleven
Give me 777
Hey, alright
Hey, alright
Hey, alright!
