℗ 2002 Parlophone Records Ltd, a Warner Music Group Company
Assistant Engineer: Andrea Wright
Strings: Ann Lines
String Arranger: Audrey Riley
Strings: Audrey Riley
Assistant Engineer: Ben Thackeray
Arranger, Guitar, Synthesizer: Chris Martin
Mixing Engineer: Chris Martin
Acoustic Guitar: Chris Martin
Rhythm Guitar: Chris Martin
Piano: Chris Martin
Producer: Chris Martin
Lead Vocals: Chris Martin
Strings: Chris Tombling
Strings: Dan Green
Mastering Engineer: George Marino
Arranger: Guy Berryman
Mixing Engineer: Guy Berryman
Bass Guitar: Guy Berryman
Producer: Guy Berryman
Backing Vocals: Guy Berryman
Engineer: Jon Bailey
Engineer: Jon Withnall
Arranger, Producer: Jonny Buckland
Mixing Engineer: Jonny Buckland
Acoustic Guitar: Jonny Buckland
Electric Guitar: Jonny Buckland
Backing Vocals: Jonny Buckland
Recording Engineer: Ken Nelson
Producer: Ken Nelson
Strings: Laura «Melhewish» Melhuish
Strings: Leo Payne
Additional Engineer: Mark Phythian
Mixing Engineer: Mark Phythian
Production: Mark Phythian
Strings: Peter Lale
Strings: Richard George
Engineer: Rik Simpson
Mixing Engineer: Scott Fritz
Recording Engineer: Scott Fritz
Strings: Susan Dench
Arranger, Drums, Percussion: Will Champion
Mixing Engineer: Will Champion
Producer: Will Champion
Backing Vocals: Will Champion
Writer: Chris Martin
Writer: Guy Berryman
Writer: Jonny Buckland
Writer: Will Champion
Lead Vocals: Bruno Mars
Background Vocals: Bruno Mars
Recording Engineer: Charles Moniz
Live Drums: Eric «E-Panda» Hernandez
Engineer: Jack Dennis
Background Vocals: James Fauntleroy
Mixing Engineer: John Hanes
Background Vocals: Philip Lawrence
Mixing Engineer: Serban Ghenea
Executive Producer: Shampoo Press
Lyrics
I feel so unsure
As I take your hand
And lead you to the dance floor
As the music dies
Something in your eyes
Calls to mind a silver screen
And all its sad goodbyes
Im never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though its easy to pretend
I know youre not a fool
I shouldve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that Ive been given
So Im never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Time can never mend
The careless whispers of a good friend
To the heart and mind
Ignorance is kind
Theres no comfort in the truth
Pain is all youll find
Im never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though its easy to pretend
I know youre not a fool
I shouldve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that Ive been given
So Im never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Tonight the music seems so loud
I wish that we could lose this crowd
Maybe its better this way
Wed hurt each other with the things we want to say
We could have been so good together
We could have lived this dance forever
But now whos gonna dance with me
Please stay
Im never gonna dance again
Guilty feet have got no rhythm
Though its easy to pretend
I know youre not a fool
I shouldve known better than to cheat a friend
And waste the chance that Ive been given
So Im never gonna dance again
The way I danced with you
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Now that youre gone
Was what I did so wrong
So wrong that you had to leave me alone?
Jenny, darling, you’re my best friend
But there’s a few things that you don’t know of
Why I borrow your lipstick so often
I’m using your shirt as a pillow case
I wanna ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead
I don’t know how to say this
’cause you’re really my dearest friend
Jenny, darling, you’re my best friend
I’ve been doing bad things that you don’t know about
stealing your stuff now and then
Nothing you’d miss, but it means the world to me
I wanna ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead
I don’t know how to say this
’cause you’re really my dearest friend
Jenny take my hand
’Cause we are more than friends
I will follow you until the end
Jenny take my hand
I cannot pretend
Why I never like your new boyfriends
Oh, your love for them wont last long
Forget those amigos
Oh, your love for them wont last long
Forget those amigos
Forget those amigos
I wanna ruin our friendship
We should be lovers instead
I don’t know how to say this
’cause you’re really my dearest friend…
Travie McCoys music video for Billionaire featuring Bruno Mars from his album, Lazarus — available now on DCD2 Records / Fueled By Ramen. Download it at smarturl.it/travie-lazarus
LYRICS
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad
Buy all of the things I never had
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen
Oh every time I close my eyes
I see my name in shining lights yeah
A different city every night alright
I swear the world better prepare
For when Im a billionaire
Yeah I would have a show like Oprah
I would be the host of everyday Christmas
Give Travie your wish list
Id probably pull an Angelina and Brad Pitt
And adopt a bunch of babies that aint never had shit
Give away a few Mercedes like Here lady have this
And last but not least grant somebody their last wish
Its been a couple months that Ive been single so
You can call me Travie Claus minus the Ho Ho
Ha ha get it? Id probably visit where Katrina hit
And damn sure do a lot more than FEMA did
Yeah, cant forget about me, stupid
Everywhere I go, Imma have my own theme music
Oh every time I close my eyes (what you see what you see brah?)
I see my name in shining lights (uhuh uhuh yeah what else?)
A different city every night alright
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when Im a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when Im a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh for when Im a billionaire
Ill be playing basketball with the President
Dunking on his delegates
Then Ill compliment him on his political etiquette
Toss a couple milli in the air just for the heck of it
But keep the fives, twenties, tens and bens completely separate
And yeah Ill be in a whole new tax racket
We in recession but let me take a crack at it
Ill probably take whatevers left and just split it up
So everybody that I love can have a couple bucks
And not a single tummy around me would know what hungry was
Eating good, sleeping soundly
I know we all have a similar dream
Go in your pocket, pull out your wallet
And put it in the air and sing
I wanna be a billionaire so fucking bad (so bad)
Buy all of the things I never had (buy everything ha ha)
Uh, I wanna be on the cover of Forbes magazine
Smiling next to Oprah and the Queen (what up Oprah)
Oh every time I close my eyes, (watch ya see, what you see brah?)
I see my name in shining lights, (uh huh, uh huh, what else?)
A different city every night, oh I
I swear the world better prepare (for what?)
For when Im a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh when Im a billionaire
Oh oooh oh oooh