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Titres les plus populaires de Robbie Williams
Crédits
AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Robbie Williams
Leadgesang
Guy Chambers
Tasteninstrumente
Fil Eisler
Bassgitarre
Chris Sharrock
Schlagzeug
Gary Nuttall
Begleitgesang
Jim Brumby
Soundeffekte
Andre Barreau
Begleitgesang
Steve McEwan
Begleitgesang
London Session Orchestra
Orchester
Gavyn Wright
Orchesterleiter:in
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Robbie Williams
Songwriter:in
Guy Chambers
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Guy Chambers
Produzent:in
Jim Brumby
Mischtechnikerassistent:in
Matt Hay
Aufnahmeingenieurassistent:in
Steve Power
Produzent:in
Paroles
Wake up on Sunday morning
Everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
Live your life thru a lens
Hair is the new hat, brown is the new black
She shouldn't wear this he shouldn't wear that
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Fashion tardis down at Quo Vadis
Who laughs the longest who drives the hardest
Pleasure at leisure make mine a double measure with friends
Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Oh no it's quite appalling
Your conversation is boring as hell, oh well!
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
She's looking real drab just out of rehab
I'm talking football she's talking ab fab
Your clothes are very kitch
Just because your daddy is rich
You sound so funny with your voice all plummy
Now your cheque's just bounced better run to your mummy
And you know it's a class act she'll never ask for it back
Just because I ain't double barrelled
Don't mean I haven't travelled well
Can't you tell!
Mix with the local gentry and don't crash Tarquin's Bentley
I'll take the bends with our life thru a lens
You're scared of the poor and needy
Is that why you're all inbreedy?
They're just like you, they need love too
Wake up on Sunday morning
And everything feels so boring
Is that where it ends
With your life thru a lens
And now your boyfriend's suspicious
So go home and wash the dishes
And wash them well so he can't tell
Writer(s): Robert Peter Williams, Guy Antony Chambers
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