Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Randy Newman
Piano
Bobbi Page
Background Vocals
Jim Keltner
Drums
Jimmy Johnson
Bass Guitar
John Goux
Guitar
Luana Jackman
Background Vocals
Randy Kerber
Keyboards
Weldon Parks
Guitar
Yvonne Williams
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Randy Newman
Songwriter
Don Davis
Orchestrator
Jo Ann Kane
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Randy Newman
Producer
Frank Wolf
Mixing Engineer
Jim Flamberg
Producer
Don Davis
Producer
Chris Montan
Executive Producer
Doug Sax
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
I was on top of the world living high
It was right in my pocket
I was living the life
Things were just the way they should be
When from out of the sky like a bomb
Comes some little punk in a rocket
Now all of a sudden
Some strange things are happening to me
I had friends, I had lots of friends
Now all my friends are gone
And I'm doing the best I can to carry on
I had power (Power)
I was respected (Respect)
But not anymore
And I've lost the love of the one whom I adored
Let me tell you, buddy, strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
You got someone you think you know well
Who turns out a stranger
The minute you turn your back
You're in it all by yourself
They laugh at your jokes, you think you're doing quite well
But you're in danger, boy
You end up alone, forgotten, way up on the shelf
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Ain't no doubt about it
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things are happening to me
Strange things
Strange things
Strange things
Written by: Randy Newman