Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Pete Quaife
Pete Quaife
Bass Guitar
Mick Avory
Mick Avory
Drums
Ray Davies
Ray Davies
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Dave Davies
Dave Davies
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Ray Davies
Ray Davies
Producer

Lyrics

You're not leaving so descreet
Just creeping out on me
Your dizzy head, and smoky eyes
You'll find some other's bed to sleep
So don't look back, it is too late
No story to be told
This creepin' mess you left for me
Promising that you'd be home
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
Your dirty friends and underwear
Keep hanging 'round my room
The lonely pictures that you paint
Are creepin' to their doom
So don't look back, it is too late
No story to be told
There's these creepin' friends you left for me
Saying you promise to be home
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
You don't know what I mean
Creepin' Jean's a disease
Written by: Dave Davies
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