Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Sam Smith
Vocals
Kim Petras
Vocals
Jonathan Ginger Hamilton
Drums
Julia Adamy
Bass
Benjamin Totten
Guitar
Ruth O'Mahony Brady
Piano
Patrick Linton
Background Vocals
LaDonna Young
Background Vocals
Lucita Jules
Background Vocals
Simon Hale
Conductor
Hayley Pomfrett
Strings
Molly McWhirter
Strings
Calina De La Mare
Strings
Emil Chakaloy
Strings
Thomas Gould
Strings
Kotono Sato
Strings
Jake Walker
Strings
Olli Langford
Strings
Lawrence Johnson
First Violin
Dwayne Wint
Background Vocals
James Thompson
Background Vocals
Nyasha Mutsonziwa
Background Vocals
Chantelle Onwordi
Background Vocals
Mica Townsend
Background Vocals
Subrina McCalla
Background Vocals
Patricia Scott
Background Vocals
Angela Hodge
Background Vocals
Stephanie Oyerinde
Background Vocals
Tarna Renae Johnson
Background Vocals
Tyrone Chambers
Background Vocals
Darren Heelis
Programming
Margo Muzangaza
Background Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Blake Slatkin
Songwriter
Henry Russell Walter
Songwriter
Ilya Salmanzadeh
Songwriter
James Napier
Songwriter
Kim Petras
Songwriter
Omer Fedi
Songwriter
Sam Smith
Songwriter
Patrick Linton
Choir Arranger
Simon Hale
String Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
David Odlum
Producer
Brendan Grieve
Producer
Saul Skoutarides
Recording Engineer
Jim Ebdon
Recording Engineer
Steve Fitzmaurice
Mixing Engineer
Darren Heelis
Additional Engineer
Randy Merrill
Mastering Engineer
Plamen Vasilev
Assistant Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
[Verse 1]
Mummy don't know Daddy's getting hot
At the Body Shop, doing something unholy
[Verse 2]
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
[Verse 3]
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
[Verse 4]
Mmm, daddy, daddy, if you want it, drop the addy
Give me love, give me Fendi, my Balenciaga daddy
You gon' need to bag it up 'cause I'm spending on Rodeo
You can watch me back it up, I'll be gone in the AM
And he, he get me Prada, get me Miu Miu like Rihanna
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
[Verse 5]
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
[Verse 6]
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
[Verse 7]
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
Written by: Blake Slatkin, Henry Russell Walter, Ilya Salmanzadeh, James Napier, Kim Petras, Omer Fedi, Sam Smith