Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Maika Makovski
Maika Makovski
Lead Vocals
Juan Berbín
Juan Berbín
Drums
Bobbi Relac
Bobbi Relac
Bass Guitar
Núria Moreno
Núria Moreno
Oboe
Alex Puig
Alex Puig
Violin
Marçal Ayats
Marçal Ayats
Cello
Pere Bartolomé
Pere Bartolomé
Violin
Imma Lluch
Imma Lluch
Viola
Pau Valls
Pau Valls
French Horn
Merlês Subirâ
Merlês Subirâ
Alto Saxophone
Pol Chaves
Pol Chaves
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Maika Makovski
Maika Makovski
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Alistair Chant
Alistair Chant
Producer

Lyrics

Corey's such an awesome goalie.
No one plays guitar like guitar Mick.
Rich has always lent us money, we've known him since he was a kid
Troy is just a little crazy, but anyway, you know boys will be boys.
Don has just grown up that way:
He's always had his say, and that's a thing he cannot change.
We're sure you'll understand the brotherhood can't give up an old friend.
Sure, he did a couple things to a couple girls, but he repents.
Carlos is so teeny weeny, how could he force a girl like Kat??
Chris is such a generous fella she's lying, we know she's a slut.
Well so what? He took a picture.
So what? We saw it, big deal.
She was sending the wrong signals wiggles and giggles and all that.
Annabelle was Fuckabelle
Three year in a row top of their list.
Terri lived terrified
Nell had been a long time nullified.
Alice couldn't see his malice.
Jill couldn't fathom his ill.
We're sure you'll understand the brotherhood can't give up an old friend
Written by: Maika Makovski
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