Upcoming Concerts for Robbie Williams & Jonathan Wilkes
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Jonathan Wilkes
Vocals
Steve Sidwell
Music Director
Richard Flack
Programming
Chuck Berghofer
Bass
Harold Jones
Drums
Jim Cox
Piano
George Doering
Guitar
Chuck Findley
Trumpet
Gary Grant
Trumpet
Wayne Bergeron
Trumpet
Dennis Farias
Trumpet
Andy Martin
Tenor Trombone
Bruce Otto
Tenor Trombone
Alex Iles
Tenor Trombone
Craig Ware
Bass Trombone
Gary Foster
Alto Saxophone
Bill Liston
Alto Saxophone
Pete Christlieb
Tenor Saxophone
Sal Lozano
Tenor Saxophone
Greg Huckins
Baritone Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Al Jolson
Composer
Dave Dreyer
Composer
Billy Rose
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Guy Chambers
Producer
Al Schmitt
Mixing Engineer
Richard Flack
Recording Engineer
Jim Brumby
Recording Engineer
Charlie Paakkari
Assistant Engineer
Steve Genewick
Assistant Engineer
Rupert Coulson
Assistant Engineer
Ricky Graham
Assistant Engineer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Johnny and Robbie
Youth, why you talking like that? We're from Stoke!
I know, but I can't stop here pally!
Like the wallpaper sticks to the wall
And like the seashore clings to the sea
Like you'll never get rid of your shadow
You'll never get rid of me
Let all the others fight and fuss
Whatever happens, we've got us
Closer than pages that stick in a book
We're closer than ripples that flow in a brook
Wherever you find him, you'll find me just look
Closer than a miser
Or the bloodhounds to Liza me
Closer than smog gets to all of L.A
Closer than Ricky to confessing he's gay
Not a soul can bust this team in two
We stick together like glue
When it's sleeping time
That's when we rise
We start to swing
You think you're so jazz, you
Clocks don't chime
What a surprise
They ring-a-ding-ding
Happy New Year
And now to repeat what I said at the start
They'll need a large crowbar to break us apart
We're alone but far from blue
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit a few late spots
And then a few more
We'll start off at Stringy's and maybe Groucho
Life is gonna be a wow-wow-we
For my shadow and me
Can we do that again?
No, I'm too tired
Oh please Rob
No, I'm swung out
Oh come on, I'll give you some money
I don't need money
What about a cup of tea?
Not thirsty
I won't tell anybody you're gay
Oh fuck
Before we get finished, we'll make the town roar
We'll hit all the late spots
And then a few more
We'll start out at Stringy's and maybe Groucho
Life is gonna be a wow-wow-we
For my shadow and me
Writer(s): Billy Rose, Dave Dreyer, Al Jolson
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