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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Streets
The Streets
Performer
Andy Love
Andy Love
Background Vocals
Wayne Bennett
Wayne Bennett
Bass
Bob Dowell
Bob Dowell
Conductor
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Drums
Camilla Pay
Camilla Pay
Harp
Chris Brown
Chris Brown
Keyboards
Carl Sterling
Carl Sterling
Saxophone
Jake Painter
Jake Painter
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Mike Skinner
Mike Skinner
Producer
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Johnny "Drum Machine" Jenkins
Recording Engineer
Brendon "Octave" Harding
Brendon "Octave" Harding
Engineer
Guy Katsav
Guy Katsav
Engineer
Jan Kotzmann
Jan Kotzmann
Engineer
Magic Mike Millrain
Magic Mike Millrain
Mixing Engineer
Morgan Nicholls
Morgan Nicholls
Engineer
Petr Pycha
Petr Pycha
Engineer
Robin Axford
Robin Axford
Engineer

Lyrics

Till the very end We'll be just as friends I've know you better You've seen my worst So let's invent words When a good night flounders And it's over How good it was I tend to know By adding up Or rounding down The evening's count of jokes Me and my ilk Share a twang that's indeciphered By other gangs That's a thing I love about my Fine brothers in slang If it's got a funny story It's made for me It's not for others in ear spalsh It's ours, it's mad, it's many hours Spent laughing at events passed We smirk at how smart The work that we spark A word which people laugh at It sparks around the crowd This work of art Which we have found Till the very end We'll be just as friends I've known you better You've seen my worst So let's invent words I love the craze Of the latest phrase Amazing mongrels of conjoinment Crazy paving sayings Are a joy to say with mates And girls all love the lingo They curl right up and bingo They go that extra smile They go the whole damn snog I mean it though The joke from that one night That was wrong That makes no sense, really Shorten to a word Then to a nod That is friendship to me The secret handshake of three mad mates That makes me pleased to share traits In understanding absurdities That mean our brains play Till the very end We'll be just as friends I've known you better You've seen my worst So let's invent words
Writer(s): Michael Geoffrey Skinner Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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