Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Mick Hucknall
Lead Vocals
Chris Joyce
Drums
Fritz McIntyre
Keyboards
Tim Kellett
Trumpet
Tony Bowers
Bass Guitar
Ronnie Ross
Baritone Saxophone
Ian Dickson
Tenor Saxophone
Sylvan Richardson
Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mick Hucknall
Songwriter
Chris Joyce
Arranger
David Fryman
Arranger
Fritz McIntyre
Arranger
Tim Kellett
Arranger
Tony Bowers
Arranger
Sylvan Richardson
Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Chris Dickie
Assistant Engineer
Arun Chakraverty
Mastering Engineer
Stewart Levine
Producer
Femi Jiya
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha-ha (he-he)
Ha-ha-ha
Listen boy, I'll tell you a thing
I'll make you a career in the business I'm in
I'll make you rich, I'll make you a toy
I'll make you turn over into my little boy
You see, I'm going somewhere
I don't know what I'm gonna do when, when I get there
You know money's a thing your only inspiration
And your only meaning
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in my mind
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kickin' up a ball inside a Jericho wall
Mend that fight, it's all twisted through them
If you ain't rich then you won't go to the ball
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome, you welcome
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome to the bar
You welcome, you welcome
You welcome to the bar
Having mercy and licking up love
And moving through your ocean like I've never had enough
You see, you ain't all I want
You're everything and more that I have ever hoped for
You must think that all I do
Is spend my time making pretty pictures of you
You can fall when I will climb
But I'll be falling over just by having you in mind
Mend that fight
If you ain't rich then welcome to the bar
Mend that fight, oh listen to them
Kicking up a ball inside a number ten wall
Mend that fight, oh twisted through them
I'm rich, you ain't, so you won't go to the ball, no more
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go to the ball
You won't go, you won't go
You won't go to the ball
Yeah, you won't go to the ball (if you ain't gat)
You won't go to the ball (yeah)
You won't go, you won't go (you never go there, you never go there)
You won't go to the ball (you never go there)
You won't go to the ball (if you ain't gat that)
You won't go to the ball (oh)
You won't go, you won't go (never go there, never go there)
You won't go to the ball (never go there)
I tried to make you see
I tell you I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money was a thing that I believed in
I tried to make you see
I tell you, I'd had enough
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
You know I may, hey
Money was a thing, money was a thing
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Yeah, hu-hu-ye-yeah
Money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money, money
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha (yeh)
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Ha-ha-ha-ha, ha-ha-ha
Writer(s): Michael James Hucknall
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