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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Liz Gillies
Liz Gillies
Vocals
Seth MacFarlane
Seth MacFarlane
Vocals
Tereza Stanislav
Tereza Stanislav
Violin
Alyssa Park
Alyssa Park
Violin
Bruce Dukov
Bruce Dukov
Violin
Joel Pargman
Joel Pargman
Violin
Jessica Guideri
Jessica Guideri
Violin
Ina Veli
Ina Veli
Violin
Sarah Thornblade
Sarah Thornblade
Violin
Carrie Kennedy
Carrie Kennedy
Violin
Rob Brophy
Rob Brophy
Viola
Jonathan Moerschel
Jonathan Moerschel
Viola
Alma Fernandez
Alma Fernandez
Viola
David Walther
David Walther
Viola
Andrew Shulman
Andrew Shulman
Cello
Jake Braun
Jake Braun
Cello
Giovanna Clayton
Giovanna Clayton
Cello
Tim Loo
Tim Loo
Cello
Chuck Berghofer
Chuck Berghofer
Bass
Dan Higgins
Dan Higgins
Woodwinds
Lara Wickes
Lara Wickes
English Horn
Dan Fornero
Dan Fornero
Trumpet
Alex Iles
Alex Iles
Trombone
Andrew Synowiec
Andrew Synowiec
Guitar
Tom Ranier
Tom Ranier
Piano
Peter Erskine
Peter Erskine
Drums
Wade Culbreath
Wade Culbreath
Percussion
Elizabeth Gillies
Elizabeth Gillies
Musician
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Jay Livingston
Jay Livingston
Composer
Ray Evans
Ray Evans
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Seth MacFarlane
Seth MacFarlane
Producer
Joel McNeely
Joel McNeely
Producer
Rich Breen
Rich Breen
Mixing Engineer

Lyrics

If you ever get to Calcutta Say, "Hello" if you notice me near I might as well go to Calcutta 'Cause you certainly don't need me 'round here I may look you up in Calcutta Buzz me at the bazaar, I'll be doing an act with a snake The next time we meet, I'll be wearing a sheet 'Cause here you won't give me a break So long, baby I've packed up all of my junk But the next time you see me I'll be riding on an elephant's trunk Won't you look for me in Calcutta And I'll wave as I climb up my rope You know, in your turban, you won't look suburban At least I won't feel like a dope You're gonna chase me off to Calcutta Unless you tell me you love me, I hope In Brazil, hey, baby, you bugged me When you made such a play for that chick (She was showing me the samba) In Spain, when your arms could a hugged me You were teaching some floozie a trick (I was showing her the two-step) In Monterey, you were fickle (never moved) On that slow boat to China too fast Well, how about me on the Isle of Capri When you thought of me seldom and last What, hold, baby What, say let's call it a truce Lets both fly to India I've been acting like a silly mongoose We could both make up in Calcutta We could kiss as we climb up a rope We'll start a new tango beneath an old mango While watching rhinoceros elope Our next report will come from Calcutta Unless you tell me you love me, I hope Unless you tell me you love me, I hope
Writer(s): Raymond B. Evans, Jay Livingston Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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