Top Songs By Pretenders
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pretenders
Guitar
Adam Seymour
Guitar
Jules Shear
Background Vocals
Andy Hobson
Bass
Ivan McCready
Cello
Martin Chambers
Drums
Stephen Hague
Keyboards
Andy Duncan
Percussion
Chuck Norman
Percussion
John Metcalfe
Viola
Louisa Fuller
Violin
Richard Koster
Violin
David Johansen
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Adam Seymour
Songwriter
Chrissie Hynde
Songwriter
John Metcalfe
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Boucher
Engineer
Doug Wynne
Engineer
Julie Gardner
Engineer
Richard T Norris
Engineer
Stephen Hague
Producer
Ian Cooper
Mastering Engineer
Stephen Hague And Richard Norris
Mixing Engineer
Bill Inglot
Mixing Engineer
Dan Hersch
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Yeah
So your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
And beat the charts out of me
She wants to move a million units, man
Probably just to prove she can
[Verse 2]
And after a couple of hits
She'll be buyin' a new pair of mitts
I can see just where she's headin'
She's as predictable as Armageddon, uh
[Verse 3]
They don't make 'em like they used to, no, they don't
No, they don't make 'em like they used to
Don't make 'em like they used to
You shoulda just stuck with me
[Verse 4]
Your girlfriend wants to be a popstar
And live in Primrose Hill
Where she'll join the meritocracy
Get to meet all of rock's aristocracy
[Verse 5]
Be someone everyone knows
That all the designers send their new clothes
But when she starts to look like Kylie Minogue
She might even get her picture in Vogue, yeah
[Verse 6]
Baby, they don't make 'em like they used to
They don't make 'em like they used to
No, they don't make 'em like they used to, uh
You shoulda just stuck with me
[Verse 7]
Your baby wants to be a popstar
Probably just to spite me
But she thinks it's so easy to get to the top
But a girl like that, she won't know where to stop
[Verse 8]
But when her most recent therapist
Suggests that maybe she become a Buddhist
She might even consider givin' up red meat
Man, you're gonna look back to when your life was so sweet
[Verse 9]
You know, they just don't make 'em like they used to
No, they don't make 'em like they used to, baby
They just don't make 'em like they used to, yeah
You shoulda just stuck with me
Shoulda just stuck with me, baby, yeah, listen to that, uh-huh
[Verse 10]
Ooh, I needed to relax (Relax, baby)
Baby, you just don't understand
This job is so demanding
You're the one that's demanding, baby
Why can't they just leave me alone?
Ooh, I know
It's such a drag
You're breaking my heart
[Verse 11]
You're so lucky to be anonymous
Yeah, baby, I'm invisible
So lucky, is that for me? Can you put that for me?
Yeah, that's your bro, he's callin' from Detroit
The whole thing's off, baby
You put that through?
Crash
You don't wanna know what this man have to say
Written by: Adam Seymour, Chrissie Hynde