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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Chris Bruce
Bass
Jamie Muhoberac
Keyboards
Earl Harvin
Drums
Randall Jacobs
Guitar
Phil Palmer
Guitar
Luís Jardim
Percussion
Pete Murray
Keyboards
Tracey Ackerman
Background Vocals
Danny Spencer
Background Vocals
Kelvin Andrews
Background Vocals
Anne Dudley
Conductor
Isobel Griffiths
Performer
Phil Todd
Alto Saxophone
Pete Long
Tenor Saxophone
Dave Bishop
Baritone Saxophone
Richard Watkins
French Horn
Mike Thompson
French Horn
Derek Watkins
Trumpet
John Barclay
Trumpet
Noel Langley
Trumpet
Mark Nightingale
Trombone
Andy Wood
Bass Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Williams
Composer
Danny Spencer
Composer
Kelvin Andrews
Composer
Chas Jankel
Composer
Anne Dudley
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Trevor Horn
Producer
Tim Weidner
Mixing Engineer
Graham Archer
Engineer
Aaron Walk
Assistant Recording Engineer
Sam Farr
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
This is a song full of metaphors
All I be needing is tobacco and draw
Better let me in to your country though
Then I can show you what you're missing me for
I'm a night kind of animal
Got a receiver what you testing me for
I was scared so I ate 'em all
They tasted good but they make me look old
And ooh, you teach like a toothache,
I'm not here for my sake, how long will this mickey take
And ooh, there's heavy entertainment, out here on the pavement
The men about you gotta get away
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
I'll think you're famous if that's what ya want
But you can pick your own pulpit, you must fill your own fonts
Bring some wine and some Sensodyne
Then you can be my favourite dodo
Anyone fancy Monaco?
I'm a placebo they're chasing me fool
Don't be scared you could eat 'em all
They taste good but they make you look old
Ooh, you sick little cup cake,
You could be a keepsake, you jukebox to generate
And ooh, I'm heavy entertainment, in need of containment
I'm mad about you, gotta get away
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Anyone fancy Monaco?
Go get a portable recliner brain
Must take a photo for sure
Got our problems and a real long name
And she gets high on rollin' roll-ups
Ooh, you teach like a toothache,
I'm not here for my sake, how long will this mickey take
And ooh, there's heavy entertainment, out here on the pavement
The men about you gotta get away
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Do, ooh ooh, ooh, ooh ya mind, if I, I-I, I, I, I-I, I touch ya?
Writer(s): Ralph Jeanty, Sean Mcmillion, August Alsina, Kevin Cossom, Christopher Brown, Khaled Khaled, William Roberts, Nayvadius Demun Wilburn, Jeremy P. Felton, Onika Tanya Maraj, Michael Johnson
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