Brite Nitegown

Donald Fagen

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    I dreamed I had a fever
    I was pushin' one-oh-three
    My mom's all upset - cryin' by my bedside
    Everybody's prayin' for me
    I hear a scratchin' at the window
    I somehow twist myself around
    I realize I'm eyes to eyes
    With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

    Brite Nitegown
    Brite Nitegown
    You can't fight with the fella
    In the Brite Nitegown

    The eagle flies on Friday
    My baby wants to bash
    I hit the ATM - and march down the street
    With a roll of party cash.
    Right then a couple lit-up brothers
    They gently put me on the ground
    They do the steal and leave me to deal
    With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

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    Brite Nitegown
    Brite Nitegown
    You can't fight with the fella
    In the Brite Nitegown

    Ten milligrams of Chronax
    Will whip you back through time
    Past Hebrew kings - and furry things
    To the birth of humankind
    I shared in all of nature's secrets
    But when I finally came around
    I'm sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug
    From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown

    Brite Nitegown
    Brite Nitegown
    You can't fight with the fella
    In the Brite Nitegown

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    Composition: Donald

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