| Lyrics: | Lisa: Um. Can you hear me in the booth?
Booth: Loud and clear, Lisa.
Lisa: Oh, good.
Thank you, sir, for letting me be in a real studio. It's
a genuine thrill, sir.
Could I trouble you with one request?
Booth: Sure thing.
Lisa: No synthetic
sound please. I want all live musicians.
Lisa: Them that's got, shall get.
Them that's not, shall lose.
So the Bible says,
And it still is
news.
Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his
own,
That's got his own.
It's the strong get smart,
While the weak ones fade.
And if I get stumped,
They'll never make the
grade.
Mama mayhem. Papa mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his
own,
That's got his own.
When you've got money,
You've
got lots of friends,
Crowded 'round the door.
But when it's
gone,
And all else find an ends,
They don't come round no
more.
Which relations give,
Crust of bread and such.
You can help yourself,
But don't take too much.
Mama mayhem. Papa
mayhem.
God bless the child that's got his own,
That's got his
own.
Murphy: Well, that was lovely, Miss Lisa. Very soulful.
Lisa: Thank you, Mr.
Murphy.
Murphy: Now let's play a little blues.
(Sax solo
fadeout)
Production Notes:
Produced by John Boylan
Associate Producer: Jai Winding
Lead Vocals: Lisa
Guest Vocals: "Bleeding
Gums" Murphy
Guitar: Michael Thompson
Fretless Bass: Mark Leonard
Keyboards, Programming: Jai Winding
Additional Programming: John Boylan
Drums: Michael Botts
Synclavier: Brian Mendelsohn
Baritone Sax (Lisa):
Doug Norwine
Alto Sax (B.G. Murphy): Kim Richmond
Recorded at Lion
Share Studios, West Hollywood
Engineers: Guy DeFazio, Paul Grupp
Mixed at
The Complex, West Los Angeles
Engineer: Mick Guzauski
Assistant: Brett
Swain
Written by Arthur Herzog Jr. / Billie Holiday and Published (c) 1941
Edward B. Marks Music Corp. BMI |
