Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Robbie Williams
Vocals
Owen Pallett
Conductor
Jacknife Lee
Keyboards
Bill Rieflin
Drums
Simeon Pillich
Contrabass
Denise Briese
Contrabass
Barbara Gruska
Background Vocals
Samantha Sidley
Background Vocals
Alex Lilly
Background Vocals
Chris Thornberry
Piano
Blake Mills
Guitar
Eric Gorfain
First Violin
Radu Pieptea
Violin
Amy Wickman
Violin
Gina Kronstadt
Violin
Wes Precourt
Violin
Neli Nikolaeva
Violin
Lauren Chipman
Viola
Caroline Buckman
Viola
Rodney Wirtz
Viola
John Krovoza
Cello
Marcia Dickstein
Harp
Alex Budman
Saxophone
Glen Berger
Saxophone
Bob Sheppard
Saxophone
Brandon Fields
Saxophone
Stewart Cole
Trumpet
Ray Monteiro
Trumpet
Garrett Smith
Trombone
Vikram Devasthali
Trombone
Daphne Chen
Violin
Marisa Kuney
Violin
Richard Dodd
Cello
Peggy Baldwin
Cello
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Robbie Williams
Songwriter
Gary Barlow
Songwriter
Terje Olsen
Songwriter
Owen Pallett
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jacknife Lee
Producer
Sam Bell
Recording Engineer
Brian Dong
Assistant Recording Engineer
Charles Paakkari
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bruce Monical
Assistant Recording Engineer
Mark "Spike" Stent
Mixing Engineer
Matt Bishop
Engineer
Matty Green
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Bob Ludwig
Mastering Engineer
Chris Owens
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
I was there to witness, Candice's inner business
She wants the boys to notice her rainbows and her ponies
She was educated, but could not count to ten
Now she got lots of different horses by lots of different men
And I say, "Liberate your sons and daughters"
The bush is high, but in the hole there's water
You can get some, when they give it
Nothing sacred, but it's a living
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
Got no self-esteem and vertigo, 'cause she thinks she's made of candy
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
Has got a hurricane at the back of her throat, she thinks she's made of candy
Ring a ring of roses, whoever gets the closest
She comes and she goes as the War of the Roses
Mother was a victim, father beat the system
By moving bricks to Brixton and learning, how to fix them
Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high, but in the hole there's water
"As you will" shall be the whole of the law
And if it don't feel good what are you doing it for?
Now tell me
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
Got no self-esteem and vertigo, 'cause she thinks she's made of candy
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat and she thinks she's made of candy
Liberate your sons and daughters
The bush is high, but in the hole there's water
"As you will" shall be the whole of the law
And if it don't feel good what are you doing it for?
What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for?
What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for?
What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for?
What are you doing it for? What are you doing it for?
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
Got no self-esteem and vertigo, 'cause she thinks she's made of candy
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat, she thinks she's made of candy
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too high or a little too low
Got no self-esteem and vertigo, 'cause she thinks she's made of candy
Hey, oh, here she goes, either a little too loud or a little too close
Got a hurricane at the back of her throat, she thinks she's made of candy
Writer(s): Robert Williams, Gary Barlow, Terje Olsen
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