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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Ian Gillan
Ian Gillan
Vocals
Alan Doggett
Alan Doggett
Conductor
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Music Director
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Vocals
Alan Spenner
Alan Spenner
Bass
Andrew McGavin
Andrew McGavin
Horn
Anthony Moore
Anthony Moore
Trombone
Bill Le Sage
Bill Le Sage
Percussion
Brian Warren
Brian Warren
Flute
Bruce Rowland
Bruce Rowland
Drums
Chris Mercer
Chris Mercer
Tenor Saxophone
Chris Spedding
Chris Spedding
Guitar
Clive Hicks
Clive Hicks
Guitar
Douglas S. Moore
Douglas S. Moore
Horn
Frank Jones
Frank Jones
Trombone
Geoffery Mitchell
Geoffery Mitchell
Choir Director
Geoffrey Mitchell Choir
Geoffrey Mitchell Choir
Chorus
Harold Beckett
Harold Beckett
Trumpet
Henry McCullough
Henry McCullough
Electric Guitar
Ian Hamer
Ian Hamer
Trumpet
James Brown
James Brown
Horn
Jim Buck, Jr.
Jim Buck, Jr.
Horn
Jim Buck, Sr.
Jim Buck, Sr.
Horn
John Burdon
John Burdon
Horn
John Marshall
John Marshall
Drums
Keith Christie
Keith Christie
Trombone
Kenny Wheeler
Kenny Wheeler
Trumpet
Les Condon
Les Condon
Trumpet
Louis Stewart
Louis Stewart
Guitar
Neil Robinson
Neil Robinson
Electric Guitar
Peter Robinson
Peter Robinson
Electric Piano
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Guitar
Taylor, Chris [Flute]
Taylor, Chris [Flute]
Flute
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Composer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Andrew Lloyd Webber
Producer
Tim Rice
Tim Rice
Producer
Anton Matthews
Anton Matthews
Recording Engineer
Jeremy Gee
Jeremy Gee
Recording Engineer
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Stevie Ray Vaughan
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Name your price, I got everything
Come on, buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms
Hurry now, it's all going fast
[Verse 2]
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Name your price, I got everything
Come and buy, it's all going fast
Borrow cash on the finest terms...
[Verse 3]
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
Take your pick of the finest wine
Lay your bets on this bird of mine
Roll on up, for the price is down
Come on in for the best in town
[Verse 4]
My temple should be a house of prayer
But you have made it a den of thieves
Get out! Get out!
My time is almost through
Little left to do
After all, I've tried for three years
Seems like thirty
Seems like thirty
[Verse 5]
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
[Verse 6]
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
[Verse 7]
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
[Verse 8]
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
[Verse 9]
See my eyes, I can hardly see
See me stand, I can hardly walk
I believe you can make me whole
See my tongue, I can hardly talk
See my skin, I'm a mass of blood
See my legs, I can hardly stand
I believe you can make me well
See my purse, I'm a poor, poor man
[Verse 10]
Will you touch, will you mend me, Christ?
Won't you touch, will you heal me, Christ?
Will you kiss, you can cure me, Christ?
Won't you kiss, won't you pay me, Christ?
See my eyes, I can hardly see...
[Verse 11]
Ooh! There's too many of you
Don't push me!
Oh, there's too little of me
Don't!
Don't crowd me!
Hmm! Don't crowd me!
Oh!
Heal yourselves!
Written by: Alicia Serrat, Andrew Lloyd Webber, Tim Rice
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