Top Songs By Dana Steingold
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dana Steingold
Vocals
Sophia Anne Caruso
Vocals
Beetlejuice Original Broadway Cast Recording Ensemble
Chorus
Adam Laird
Keyboards
Nate Mayland
Trombone
Conrad Korsch
Bass
Kris Kukul
Conductor
Shannon Ford
Drums
John Putnam
Guitar
Sean Driscoll
Guitar
MIDIOMATIC, LLC
Synthesizer
Joey Joseph
Keyboards
Joshua Mark Samuels
Percussion
Tony Kadleck
Trumpet
Jay Branford
Woodwinds
Rick Heckman
Woodwinds
Vito Chiavuzzo
Woodwinds
Dylan Drake Schwab
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Eddie Perfect
Songwriter
Kris Kukul
Orchestrator
Emily Grishman Music Preparation
Copyist
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Eddie Perfect
Producer
Brandon Chevere
Assistant Engineer
Carlos Mora
Assistant Engineer
Neal Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Thom Beemer
Assistant Engineer
Oscar Zambrano
Mastering Engineer
Isaiah Abolin
Recording Engineer
Alex Timbers
Producer
Kurt Deutsch
Producer
Matt Stine
Producer
Lyrics
This is it
The day I've been waiting for
Wishing, hoping, working, and praying for
The day my parents have been delaying for years
Ooh, I'm gonna sell some cookies
It's not their fault that they're overprotective
I was born with arrhythmia
My heart is defective
Only takes one shock and I could be dead from the fear
Still, I'm gonna sell some cookies
Hike by hike
Song by song
The Girl Scouts helped my heart grow strong
They'd have my back if anything went wrong with me
Jamborees, soda pop
Distract me from the fact that my heart could stop
From tetralogy of Fallot in my pulmonary artery!
Whee!
When you're a Girl Scout
Everything's gonna work out
Even if you're born with congenital heart disease
And you could be killed by a random sneeze
You're a Girl Scout
Everything's gonna work out
Just gonna ring the bell of this creepy looking house
Hello, little girl
Oh, um, yes, um, hi
My name is Sky
And I'm here today to support the Girl Scouts by selling cookies
Four dollars a box
Would you like some?
Sure
Really?
Yeah
What flavours you got?
I've got chocolate, banana
And oat bran, pecan
Samoas and thin mints
And one that tastes like apple pie
Why don't you come inside?
Well, we're really not supposed to
Why?
Pedophiles
But it's so cold
And you're not mean
And no one gets molested by a gothy teen
So I guess, okay, it's fine
Yeah?
Alright, I'll come inside
It's so dark in here
Is it? I hadn't noticed
Okay... well-
Maybe I should come back another time when your parents are home?
Boo!
Writer(s): Eddie Thomas Perfect
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