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AUSFÜHRENDE KÜNSTLER:INNEN
Robbie Williams
Robbie Williams
Stimme und Gesang
Jonathan Wilkes
Jonathan Wilkes
Stimme und Gesang
Steve Sidwell
Steve Sidwell
Leiter:in Musik
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Programmierung
Harold Jones
Harold Jones
Schlagzeug
Jim Cox
Jim Cox
Klavier
Chuck Berghofer
Chuck Berghofer
Bass
George Doering
George Doering
Gitarre
Chuck Findley
Chuck Findley
Trompete
Gary Grant
Gary Grant
Trompete
Wayne Bergeron
Wayne Bergeron
Trompete
Dennis Farias
Dennis Farias
Trompete
Andy Martin
Andy Martin
Tenorposaune
Bruce Otto
Bruce Otto
Tenorposaune
Alex Iles
Alex Iles
Tenorposaune
Craig Ware
Craig Ware
Bassposaune
Gary Foster
Gary Foster
Altsaxofon
Bill Liston
Bill Liston
Altsaxofon
Pete Christlieb
Pete Christlieb
Tenorsaxofon
Sal Lozano
Sal Lozano
Tenorsaxofon
Greg Huckins
Greg Huckins
Baritonsaxofon
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Al Jolson
Al Jolson
Komponist:in
Dave Dreyer
Dave Dreyer
Komponist:in
Billy Rose
Billy Rose
Texte
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Guy Chambers
Guy Chambers
Produzent:in
Jim Brumby
Jim Brumby
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Al Schmitt
Al Schmitt
Mischtechniker:in
Charlie Paakkari
Charlie Paakkari
Ingenieurassistent:in
Steve Genewick
Steve Genewick
Ingenieurassistent:in
Richard Flack
Richard Flack
Aufnahmeingenieur:in
Rupert Coulson
Rupert Coulson
Ingenieurassistent:in
Ricky Graham
Ricky Graham
Ingenieurassistent:in
Doug Sax
Doug Sax
Mastering-Ingenieur:in

Paroles

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 Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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