Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Paterson Joseph
Vocals
Matt Lucas
Vocals
Mathew Baynton
Vocals
Keegan-Michael Key
Vocals
Ian Watson
Accordion
Jeremy Holland-Smith
Conductor
Chris Hill
Bass
Ben Frost
Programming
Ianto Thomas
Drums
Dave Foster
Programming
John Parricelli
Guitar
Everton Nelson
Orchestra Leader
Randy Kerber
Piano
Pedro Segundo
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Neil Hannon
Composer
Jeremy Holland-Smith
Orchestrator
Joby Talbot
Arranger
Dave Foster
Orchestrator
Harry Brokensha
Orchestrator
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Neil Hannon
Producer
Joby Talbot
Producer
Alex Ferguson
Mixing Engineer
Janet Grab
Editing Engineer
Katrina Schiller
Editing Engineer
Mark Willsher
Editing Engineer
Michael Connell
Editing Engineer
James A. Taylor
Music Supervisor
Andy Dudman
Recording Engineer
Gordon Davidson
Recording Engineer
Lewis Jones
Recording Engineer
George Oulton
Recording Engineer
Andy Bradfield
Vocal Mixing Engineer
Tom Bailey
Recording Engineer
Lyrics
Well, now, Chief
I can see that you're a man of integrity
Thank you
But ask yourself this
Have you got a sweet tooth?
I do
A hunger that you have to feed?
Have you got a sweet tooth?
I do
Well, we've got everything you need! (Mmm)
Don't give me that conscience nonsense!
It's simply quid pro quo
So
A hundred of your favorites?
Sorry, I'm afraid it's no!
Promised the wife I'd cut down on chocolate, you know
I gotta get in shape for the policeman's ball, so-
But think about your sweet tooth
I do
I've had it since I was a boy
Your naughty little sweet tooth
It's true
The only thing that brings you joy
Don't look at your waistline! It's fine! (C'mon)
Who needs to see their toes?
So
Seven hundred boxes?
That's a lot of chocolates
No!
Gentlemen, let's give it the big sell
Have you got a sweet tooth?
Me too!
Fellas-
Have you got the hots for chocs?
I do really, yeah
Do you think that candy's dandy?
Oh, yeah
Well, we've got lots and lots and lots and lots and lots!
Why am I singing?
If the wife's complaining
Body-shaming
It's amazing what a tailor can conceal
Keep your wretched chocolates
18 hundred boxes?
Oh, deal!
Writer(s): Neil Hannon
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