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Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Steve Harwell
Stimme und Gesang
Greg Camp
Gitarre
Paul DeLisle
Stimme und Gesang
Kevin Coleman
Schlagzeug
John Grove
Posaune
John Gibson
Trompete
Lee Harris
Saxofon
J. GRADY
Stimme und Gesang
Mark Harwell
Stimme und Gesang
Anzimee Camp
Stimme und Gesang
Kelly Young
Stimme und Gesang
Boston Johnny
Stimme und Gesang
Jason Slater
Stimme und Gesang
Sam Burbank
Stimme und Gesang
Dan Plok
Stimme und Gesang
Michael Urbano
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Steve Harwell
Songwriter:in
Paul DeLisle
Songwriter:in
Kevin Iannello
Songwriter:in
Gregory D. Camp
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Eric Valentine
Produzent:in
Paroles
It ain't no joke, I'd like to buy the world a toke
And teach the world to sing in perfect harmony
And teach the world to snuff the fires and the liars
Hey, I know it's just a song, but it's spice for the recipe
This is a love attack, I know it went out, but it's back
It's just like any fad, it retracts before impact
And just like fashion it's a passion for the with-it and hip
If you got the goods, they'll come and buy it
Just to stay in the clique
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the Sun
Twenty-five years ago, they spoke out and they broke out
Of recession and oppression and together they toked
And they folked out with guitars around a bonfire
Just singin' and clappin', man, what the hell happened?
Then some were spellbound, some were hellbound
Some, they fell down and some got back up
And fought back against the meltdown
And their kids were hippie chicks, all hypocrites
Because fashion is smashing the true meaning of it
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun
It ain't no joke when a mama's handkerchief is soaked
With her tears because her baby's life has been revoked
The bond is broke up, so choke up and focus on the close up
Mr. Wizard can't perform no god-like hocus-pocus
So don't sit back, kick back and watch the world get bushwhacked
News at ten, your neighborhood is under attack
Put away the crack before the crack puts you away
You need to be there when your baby's old enough to relate
So don't delay, act now, supplies are running out
Allow if you're still alive, six to eight years to arrive
And if you follow, there may be a tomorrow
But if the offer's shunned
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
You might as well be walking on the sun
Writer(s): Paul Delisle, Kevin Iannello, Greg Camp, Steven Harwell
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