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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paul Heaton
Vocals
Jacqui Abbott
Vocals
Stephen Large
Piano
Pete Marshall
Drums
Dub Phizix
Programming
Chris Wise
Background Vocals
Jonny Lexus
Guitar
Mark Potter
Claps
Kat Curlett
Trumpet
Josh Poole
Alto Saxophone
Tom Berry
Trombone
Sarah Brandwood-Spencer
Violin
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Paul Heaton
Composer
Jonny Lexus
Composer
Stephen Large
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
John Williams
Producer
Gaz Hadfield
Recording Engineer
Tim Thomas
Mixing Engineer
Ian Stewart
Assistant Recording Engineer
Tim Debney
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
Apart from at the supermarket
Walking down the aisle
Apart from when you're angry
And I'm trying not to smile
Apart from maybe forefinger
On the pizza that I dial
The only exercise I get is you
Apart from lifting glass up to
The lips in which I pour
Apart from taking clothes back
That don't fit me anymore
And the opening
And the closing of refrigerator door
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from hunting high
And low each day for the remote
Finding and apologising to
Those I had by throat
Apart from forcing head through
Neighbor's hedge for daily gloat
The only exercise I get is you
Apart from chasing compliments
Like dog does to its tail
Apart from wasting time on
Fitness test I'll always fail
Apart from climbing walls when
You're not there, no man could scale
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
You, you, you, you, you, you, you
The only exercise is when I roll my eyes
At something silly, one of us has said
Or there comes an awkward noise
Less gentleman, more boys
Most frequently from your side of
The bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed, bed
Apart from fielding questions like
"Where've you been all my life?"
And answering them blithely with
"Actually, with my loving wife"
Apart from creating atmosphere
You can only cut with knife
The only exercise I get is you!
Writer(s): Jonathan Ralph Noblett, Paul David Heaton
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