Crédits

AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
R.E.M.
R.E.M.
Künstler:in
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
E-Gitarre
Mike Mills
Mike Mills
Bassgitarre
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Stimme und Gesang
Scott McCaughey
Scott McCaughey
Gitarre
Ken Stringfellow
Ken Stringfellow
Begleitgesang
Joey Waronker
Joey Waronker
Schlagzeug
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
William Berry
William Berry
Songwriter:in
Peter Buck
Peter Buck
Songwriter:in
Michael Mills
Michael Mills
Songwriter:in
Michael Stipe
Michael Stipe
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Bob Ludwig
Bob Ludwig
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Paroles

Mott the Hoople and the Game of Life Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Andy Kaufman in the wrestling match Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Monopoly, Twenty-One, checkers, and chess Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Fred Blassie in a breakfast mess Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Let's play Twister, let's play Risk Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah I'll see you in heaven if you make the list Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So, Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are you loosing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon If you believed there's nothing up my sleeve That nothing is cool Moses went walking with the staff of wood Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Newton got beaned by the apple good Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Egypt was troubled by the horrible asp Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Charles Darwin had the balls to ask Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So, Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool Cool Here's a little agit for the never-believers Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a little ghost for the offering Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Here's a truck stop instead of Saint Peter's Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah Mister Andy Kaufman's gone wrestling Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah So, Andy, did you hear about this one? Tell me, are you locked in the punch? Hey, Andy, are you goofing on Elvis? Hey, baby Are we losing touch? If you believed they put a man on the moon If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool Cool If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon) If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon) If you believed there's nothing up his sleeve Then nothing is cool If you believed they put a man on the moon (man on the moon) If you believed there's nothing up my sleeve Then nothing is cool (nothing) Cool
Writer(s): Peter Lawrence Buck, Michael E. Mills, John Michael Stipe, William Thomas Berry Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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