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