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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Mick Hucknall
Leadgesang
Chris Joyce
Schlagzeug
Fritz McIntyre
Tasteninstrumente
Tim Kellett
Trompete
Tony Bowers
Bassgitarre
Ronnie Ross
Baritonsaxofon
Ian Dickson
Tenorsaxofon
Sylvan Richardson
Gitarre
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Mick Hucknall
Songwriter:in
Chris Joyce
Arrangeur:in
David Fryman
Arrangeur:in
Fritz McIntyre
Arrangeur:in
Tim Kellett
Arrangeur:in
Tony Bowers
Arrangeur:in
Sylvan Richardson
Arrangeur:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Chris Dickie
Mischtechniker:in
Arun Chakraverty
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Stewart Levine
Produzent:in
Femi Jiya
Mischtechniker:in
Paroles
Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over into my little boy
Y'see, I'm going somewhere
I don't know what I'm gonna do when, when I get there
You know money's a thing, your only inspiration
And your only meaning
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall
Mend that fight, it's all twisted through them
If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball
Having mercy and licking up love
And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough
Y'see, you ain't all I want
You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall
Mend that fight, it's twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
Yeah, well you must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball outside a Number 10 wall
Mend that fight, it's twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball, no more
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
Yeah, if you ain't got nothing, oh nothing
You'll never go there, you'll never go there
Oh, if you ain't got nothing, yeah
You'll never go there, you'll never go there
I tried to make you see
I tell you, I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money was a thing that I believed in
I tried to make you see
I tell you, I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
You know I may (you know I may)
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
You'll never go there
Money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money...
Oh yeah
Money was a thing, money
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Writer(s): Michael James Hucknall
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