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Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Simply Red
Performer
Mick Hucknall
Vocals
Chris Joyce
Drums
Fritz McIntyre
Keyboards
Tim Kellett
Trumpet
Tony Bowers
Bass Guitar
Ronnie Ross
Baritone Saxophone
Sylvan
Guitar
Ian Dickson
Tenor Saxophone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Hucknall
Songwriter
Chris Joyce
Arranger
David Fryman
Arranger
Fritz McIntyre
Arranger
Tim Kellett
Arranger
Tony Bowers
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Dickie
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Femi J.
Mixing Engineer
Arun Chakraverty
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Levine
Producer
Lyrics
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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