Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Smith
Background Vocals
Kim Petras
Lead Vocals
Cirkut
Background Vocals
Jimmy Napes
Background Vocals
Simon Hale
String Conductor
Everton Nelson
Violin
Richard George
Violin
Warren Zielinski
Violin
Louisa Fuller
Violin
Marianne Haynes
Violin
Alison Dods
Violin
Patrick Kiernan
Violin
Ian Humphries
Violin
Natalia Bonner
Violin
Steve Morris
Violin
Perry Montague-Mason
Violin
Lucy Wilkins
Violin
Charis Jenson
Violin
Reiad Chibah
Viola
Jenny Lewisohn
Viola
John Metcalfe
Viola
Ian Burdge
Cello
Chris Worsey
Cello
Tony Woollard
Cello
Vicky Matthews
Cello
Stacey Watton
Double Bass
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Background Vocals
Andy Parker
Viola
Blake Slatkin
Background Vocals
Charlie Brown
Violin
Omer Fedi
Background Vocals
Adrian Smith
Viola
Chris Laurence Quartet
Double Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Slatkin
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Songwriter
James Napier
Songwriter
Kim Petras
Songwriter
Omer Fedi
Songwriter
Sam Smith
Songwriter
Simon Hale
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Sam Smith
Producer
Cirkut
Producer
Blake Slatkin
Producer
Omer Fedi
Producer
Jimmy Napes
Producer
Gus Pirelli
Recording Engineer
Ed Farrell
Assistant Recording Engineer
Ira Grylack
Assistant Recording Engineer
George Oulton
Additional Engineer
Freddie Light
Additional Engineer
Natalia Milanesi
Assistant Strings Engineer
Miles Wheway
Assistant Strings Engineer
Serban Ghenea
Mixing Engineer
Bryce Bordone
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Producer
Gordon Davidson
Strings Engineer
Lyrics
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He lucky, lucky, yeah (ooh)
He lucky, lucky, yeah (ye-yeah)
He lucky, lucky, yeah
He lucky, lucky, yeah
A lucky, lucky girl
She got married to a boy like you
She'd kick you out if she ever, ever knew
'Bout all the - you tell me that you do
Dirty, dirty boy
You know everyone is talking on the scene
I hear them whispering 'bout the places that you've been
And how you don't know how to keep your business clean
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doing something unholy (woo)
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the add'y (yuh)
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up, 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo (woo)
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the a.m.
And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna (ah)
He always call me 'cause I never cause no drama
And when you want it, baby, I know I got you covered
And when you need it, baby, just jump under the covers
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' somethin' unholy
He's sat back while she's dropping it, she be popping it
Yeah, she put it down slowly
Oh-ee-oh-ee-oh, he left his kids at
Ho-ee-oh-ee-ome, so he can get that
Mummy don't know daddy's getting hot
At the body shop, doin' something unholy
Writer(s): Henry Russell Walter, James John Napier, Samuel Frederick Smith, Kim Petras, Ilya Salmanzadeh, Blake Slatkin, Omer Fedi
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