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Michael Bublé
Michael Bublé
Stimme und Gesang
Robert Grant Scott
Robert Grant Scott
Klavier
Jacob Rodriguez
Jacob Rodriguez
Baritonsaxofon
Paul Bushnell
Paul Bushnell
Bassgitarre
Homer Steinweiss
Homer Steinweiss
Schlagzeug
Josh Freese
Josh Freese
Schlagzeug
Rick Baptist
Rick Baptist
Flügelhorn
Binky Griptite
Binky Griptite
Gitarre
Bob Rock
Bob Rock
Gitarre
Joel Shearer
Joel Shearer
Gitarre
Keith Scott
Keith Scott
Gitarre
Michael Landau
Michael Landau
Gitarre
Rusty Anderson
Rusty Anderson
Gitarre
Tom Brenneck
Tom Brenneck
Gitarre
Jamie Muhoberac
Jamie Muhoberac
Tasteninstrumente
Lenny Castro
Lenny Castro
Percussion/Schlagzeug
Alan Chang
Alan Chang
Klavier
Mike Allen
Mike Allen
Tenorsaxofon
Nick Vayenas
Nick Vayenas
Posaune
Justin Ray
Justin Ray
Trompete
KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT
Michael Bublé
Michael Bublé
Songwriter:in
Robert Grant Scott
Robert Grant Scott
Songwriter:in
PRODUKTION UND TECHNIK
Eric Helmkamp
Eric Helmkamp
Ingenieur:in
Randy Staub
Randy Staub
Ingenieur:in
Bob Rock
Bob Rock
Produzent:in
George Marino
George Marino
Mastering-Ingenieur:in
Chris Lord-Alge
Chris Lord-Alge
Mischtechniker:in

Songtexte

Na-na, na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na, na Na-na-na-na Could you be a teenage idol? Could you be a movie star? When I turn on my TV, will you smile and wave at me Tellin' Oprah who you are? So you want to be a rock star With blue-eyed bunnies in your bed? Mm Well, remember when you're rich that you sold yourself for this You'll be famous 'cause you're dead So don't go higher for desire Put in your head, baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself I don't want to take you dancin' When you're dancin' with the world You can flash your caviar and your million-dollar car I don't need that kind of girl But could you be the next sensation? Or will you set the latest style? You don't need a catchy song 'cause the kids will sing along When you sell it with a smile So don't go higher for desire Put in your head, baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself So don't fly higher (oh, don't fly higher) for your fire Put in your head, baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself Na-na, na-na-na-na (na) Keep it in your head (na-na-na-na, na) Hollywood is dead (na-na-na-na) Well, you can do the money tango, ah You can start your little band You can swing from vine to vine while the cuties wait in line With the money in their hands But if you get to California Save a piece of gold for me If it's the only thing you'll save, then I'll bet you'll never wave When I watch you on TV So don't go higher (don't go higher) for desire (oh, for your desire) Put in your head, baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself So don't fly higher (oh, don't fly higher) for your fire Put in your head, baby, Hollywood is dead You can find it in yourself Keep on lovin' what is true, and the world will come to you You can find it in yourself Love what is true, and the world will come to you You can find it in yourself No, no, no, no, no (na-na, na-na-na-na, na) Keep it in your head (na-na-na-na, na) Hollywood is dead (na-na-na-na) Come, come, Hollywood is dead, babe, woo-hoo Oh, Hollywood is dead, dead, dead Whoa, it's dead! Hollywood is dead, babe, baby Maybe it's been dead and done, don't know Save a piece of... Keep on lovin' what's true, and the world will come to you Hollywood is dead Get-get-get-get-get-get, get it in your head, Hollywood is dead Hollywood is dead, baby, baby-by-by-by, baby, ooh-hoo I really wanna, ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh
Writer(s): Michael Steven Buble, Robert Grant Scott Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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