Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Vocals
Steve Nieve
Steve Nieve
Keyboards
Pete Thomas
Pete Thomas
Drums
Davey Faragher
Davey Faragher
Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Elvis Costello
Elvis Costello
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Elvis Costello & The Imposters
Producer
Sebastián Krys
Sebastián Krys
Producer
Daniel Galindo
Daniel Galindo
Engineer
Ron Taylor
Ron Taylor
Engineer
Brian Lucey
Brian Lucey
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

I'm a lucky so and so A fortunate stiff You said you'd never knew me but I'm the one you want to be with If I tumble from a tight rope or leap from a cliff I won't be dashed to pieces I'm the boy named If If I disappear and I slip out from your view I just step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too In a hollow of the bedsheet, or a picture in a frame I'm vivid as a summer's day, then never seen again Who'll pay the taxman? Who'll place the blame? Who'll point into an empty room and whisper my name? If I disappear and I slip out from your view You will step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too Take my hand, we'll go to Magic Lantern Land (my hand) Take my hand, see the pictures they've projected (my hand) Take my hand, we'll fill our pockets up with sand (my hand) Dance in frantic passes 'til the grains all turn to glasses Drums begin to navigate, the band strikes up a riff No one will believe you but the boy named If Who'll pay your entrance fee? Who'll leave a tip? Who'll say, "Listen here, Sunshine, don't you give me no lip"? Who broke your favourite heart? Who stops and never starts? Who kiss you stupid? It must be something you did Who'll keep you satisfied after a lover's tiff? It must be some other guy not the boy named If If I disappear and I slip out from your view You will step upon a crack and I won't come back Imagine me and I'll imagine you too Take my hand, we'll go to Magic Lantern Land (my hand) Take my hand, see the pictures we've projected (my hand) Take my hand, we'll fill our pockets up with sand (my hand) Dance in frantic passes 'til the grains all turn to glasses
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