Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
George Daniel
Drums
Adam Hann
Guitar
Ross MacDonald
Bass
Matty Healy
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
George Daniel
Songwriter
Jacob Budgen
Songwriter
Matty Healy
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
George Daniel
Producer
Jack Antonoff
Producer
Andrew Gearhart
Engineer
Chris Galland
Mixing Engineer
Dani Perez Carasols
Assistant Engineer
Dave Gross
Engineer
Dom Shaw
Assistant Engineer
Freddy Williams
Assistant Engineer
Jeremie Inhaber
Assistant Mixing Engineer
John Rooney
Assistant Engineer
Jon Gautier
Engineer
Katie May
Assistant Engineer
Laura Sisk
Engineer
Liam Hebb
Assistant Engineer
Manny Marroquin
Mixing Engineer
Oli Jacobs
Engineer
Robin Florent
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Robin Schmidt
Mastering Engineer
Scott Desmarais
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Evan Smith
Engineer
Matty Healy
Producer
Lyrics
Yeah, it's just like– it should start
It just– it should just come straight in
And just be like
She walks down the stairs, feeling herself
Lookin' like she just won a court case
He's got a funny way of using the same four chords for every song he makes
And he's called Bill and he plays with words like a skill
Yeah, he's pretty great
He said his official friend died 'cause of a fish he ate
Yeah, she's called Hannah and she plays the Joanna
Grade eight but she's got no soul
John's obsessed with fat ass and he's ten years old
Oh, Dad's an Otis Redding at a wedding type guy
With the best voice you ever heard
He said, "Give me a date I can work on, my heart hurts"
I get home on the 23rd
I drive up on the 23rd
And I bumped into Julie in the co-op
She asked how the family's been
I said, "Alex is a sculptor and Olivia's been a vegan since ten
While Vin wears dresses while Debbie coalesces
In a fleece that doesn't work
And I'll be givin' my chair to my mum 'cause her back hurts"
I get home on the 23rd (yeah, the snare rim sounds good)
Yeah, I drive up on the 23rd (yeah, yeah)
Now Mum's not a fan of that line about her back
She said it makes her sound frumpy and old
I said, "Woman, you are 64 years old"
Now stop the percussion, I wanna have a discussion
And it's Christmas so this is gonna be a nightmare
I just came for the stuffin', not to argue 'bout nothin' but mark my words
I'll be home on the 23rd (yeah, the snare rim sounds good)
Yeah, I drive up on the 23rd
Oh, I come home on the 23rd (yeah)
Writer(s): Matthew Healy, George Daniel, Jacob Bugden
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