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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Guitar
David Sanborn
David Sanborn
Alto Saxophone
Arno Lucas
Arno Lucas
Background Vocals
Joe Turano
Joe Turano
Background Vocals
Leslie Smith
Leslie Smith
Background Vocals
Tom Scott
Tom Scott
Tenor Saxophone
Chuck Rainey
Chuck Rainey
Bass
Art Rodriguez
Art Rodriguez
Drums
Steve Gadd
Steve Gadd
Drums
V. Feldman
V. Feldman
Percussion
Jerry Hey
Jerry Hey
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
David Kalish
David Kalish
Guitar
Weldon Parks
Weldon Parks
Guitar
Howard Feiten
Howard Feiten
Guitar
Steve Lukather
Steve Lukather
Guitar
Sal Bernardi
Sal Bernardi
Vocals
Clarence McDonald
Clarence McDonald
Keyboards
Neil Larsen
Neil Larsen
Keyboards
Randy Kerber
Randy Kerber
Keyboards
Russell Ferrante
Russell Ferrante
Keyboards
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Synthesizer
Michael Boddicker
Michael Boddicker
Synthesizer
Rob Mounsey
Rob Mounsey
Synthesizer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Rickie Lee Jones
Rickie Lee Jones
Songwriter
Nick DeCaro
Nick DeCaro
Orchestrator
Ralph Burns
Ralph Burns
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Russ Titelman
Russ Titelman
Producer
Lenny Waronker
Lenny Waronker
Producer
Elliot Scheiner
Elliot Scheiner
Engineer
Ken Deane
Ken Deane
Engineer
Lee Herschberg
Lee Herschberg
Mastering Engineer
Loyd Clifft
Loyd Clifft
Engineer
Mark Linett
Mark Linett
Engineer
Steven Ettinger
Steven Ettinger
Engineer
JoAnn Tominaga
JoAnn Tominaga
Producer
Vicki Forston
Vicki Forston
Producer

Lyrics

Well, I say this was no game of chicken You were aiming at your best friend You wear like switchblades on a chain around your neck One you got in Mexico from your dad And it's daddy on the booze, and it's Brando on the ice And then, it's Dean in the doorway with one more way He can't play this scene twice And you drug her down every drag and your little fits of love And tell to stand up tall when your man kisses you, darling But, that's not how I hear when I'm thinking How could a Natalie Wood not get sucked into a scene so custom tucked? Hey, look who shows up in the same place In this case, I think it's better We belong together We belong together Once Johnny the King made a spit ring And all these skid kids see this very proud man And he entwines her in his fingers And they laid there Climb upon the rooftop docks out on the crosstown seas When he wraps his jacket across her shoulders Foes and foreigner hugs her and holds her on his knees But the sailor in him takes her down to the dark end of the fair And turns her into a tattoo And whispers into the back of Johnny's black hair And now Johnny the King walks these streets Without her in the rain, lookin' for a leather jacket And girl who wrote her name forever A promise, we belong together 'Cause we belong together Shall we weigh along these streets Young lions on the lam? And the signs you had dipped in your heart Left on the neon for them? Well, they are fools No, they are victims They're sailors and these ducky boys Who move into your own eyes and your own lips And your own tear, your own street Listen, bird, we have to tell them, they turn and ignore us Only heroes we have are written before us Our only angel who look at us watches through each other's eyes And I can hear him in every footstep's passing sigh He goes crazy these nights watching heartbeats go by And they whisper to me Yes, we belong together (baby, baby) We belong together, yeah But we belong together
Writer(s): Rickie Jones Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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