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CAN'T BUY A THRILL
  1. Do It Again
  2. Dirty Work
  3. Kings
  4. Midnite Cruiser
  5. Only a Fool Would Say That
  6. Reelin' in the Years
  7. Fire in the Hole
  8. Brooklyn
  9. Change of the Guard
  10. Turn That Heartbeat Over Again

Jeff (skunk) Baxter: Guitar, Pedal Steel Guitar, Spanish Guitar

Walter Becker: Bass, Vocals

Denny Dias: Guitar, Electric Sitar

Donald Fagen: Piano, Electric Piano, Plastic Organ, Vocals

Jim Hodder: Percussion, Drums, Vocals

David Palmer: Vocals

All songs composed and written by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen
Produced by Gary Katz
Engineered by Roger Nichols

D O     I T     A G A I N


In the mornin' you go gunnin' for the man who stole your water
Then you fire 'til he is done in but they catch you at the border
And the mourners are all singin' as they drag you by your feet
But the hangman isn't hangin' and they put you on the street

You go back, Jack, do it again, wheel turnin' 'round and 'round
You go back, Jack, do it again

When you know she's no high climber then you find your only friend
In a room with your two timer, and you're sure you're near the end
Then you love a little wild one, and she brings you only sorrow
All the time you know she's smilin', you'll be on your knees tomorrow

[Chorus]

[Guitar Solo]

[Keyboard Solo]

Now you swear and kick and beg us that you're not a gambling man
Then you find you're back in Vegas with a handle in your hand
Your black cards can make you money so you hide them when you're able In the land of milk and honey you must put them on the table

[Chorus]

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D I R T Y     W O R K


Times are hard, you're afraid to pay the fee
So you find yourself somebody who can do the job for free
When you need a bit of lovin' 'cause your man is out of town
That's the time you get me runnin' and you know I'll be around

I'm a fool to do your dirty work oh yeah
I don't wanna do your dirty work no more
I'm a fool to do your dirty work oh yeah

Light the candle, put the lock upon the door
You have sent the maid home early like a thousand times before
Like the castle in his corner in a medieval game
I foresee terrible trouble but I stay here just the same

[Chorus]

[Sax Solo]

[Chorus]

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K I N G S


Now they lay his body down, Sad old man who run this town
I still recall the way he led the charge and saved the day;
Blue blood and rain, I can hear the bugle playin'

We've seen the last of good King Richard
Ring out the past, his name lives on and on
Roll out the bones and raise up your pitcher
Raise up your glass to good King John
Uh huh.

While he plundered far and wide, all his starving children cried
And though we sung his fame we all went hungry just the same
He meant to shine to the end of line

[Chorus]

Raise up your glass to good King John
Raise up your glass to good King John

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M I D N I T E    C R U I S E R


Felonious my old friend step on in and let me shake your hand
So glad that you're here again
For one more time let your madness run with mine
Streets still unseen we'll find somehow
No time is better than now

Tell me where are drivin' midnite cruiser
Where is your bounty of fortune and fame
I am another gentleman loser
Drive to Harlem or somewhere the same

[Solo]

The world that we used to know
People tell me it don't turn no more
The places we used to go
Familiar faces that ain't smilin' like before
The time of our time has come and gone
I fear we've been waitin' too long

[Chorus]

[Solo]

[Chorus]

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O N L Y    A    F O O L    W O U L D    S A Y    T H A T


A world become one of salads and sun, only a fool would say that
A boy with a plan, a natural man wearin' a white Stetson hat
Unhand that gun begone; there's no one to fire upon
If he's holding it high he's telling a lie

I heard it was you talkin' 'bout a world where all is free
It just couldn't be, and only a fool would say that

The man in the street draggin' his feet, don't wanna hear the bad news Imagine your face there in his place standing inside his brown shoes You do his nine to five drag yourself home half alive
And there on the screen a man with a dream

I heard it was you talkin' 'bout a world where all is free
It just couldn't be, and only a fool would say that

Anybody on the street has murder in his eyes
You feel no pain and you're younger than you realize.

[Chorus]

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R E E L I N '    I N    T H E    Y E A R S


Your everlastin' summer, you can see it fadin' fast,
So you grab a piece of somethin' that you think is gonna last
Well, you wouldn't even know a diamond if you held it in your hand
The things you think are precious I can't understand

Are you reelin' in the years, stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears, have you had enough of mine
Are you reelin' in the years, stowin' away the time
Are you gatherin' up the tears, have you had enough of mine

You've been tellin' me you're a genius since you were seventeen
In all the time I've known you, I still don't know what you mean
The weekend at the college didn't turn out like you planned
The things that pass for knowledge, I can't understand

[Chorus]
[Solo]

I spent a lot of money and I spent a lot of time
The trip we made to Hollywood is still etched upon my mind
After all the things we've done and seen you find another man
The things you think are useless I can't understand

[Chorus]
[Solo]

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F I R E    I N    T H E    H O L E


I decline to walk the line; they tell me that I'm lazy
Worldly wise I realize that everybody's crazy
A woman's voice reminds me to serve and not to speak
Am I myself or just another freak

You know there's fire in the hole and nothing left to burn
I'd love to run out now; there's nowhere left to turn

With a cough I shake it off and work around my yellow stripe
Should I hide or eat my pride or wait until it's good and ripe?
My life is boiling over; It's happened once before
I wish someone would open up the door

Don't you know there's fire in the hole and nothing left to burn
I'd love to run out now; there's nowhere left to turn

[Solo]

[Chorus]

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B R O O K L Y N


A race of angels bound with one another
A dish of dollars laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Rock, his golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me

His lady's aching to bring a body down
She daily preaches on where she wants to be
An evening with a movie queen, a face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me


[Solo]

A case of aces done up loose for dealing
A piece of island cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose, and power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer under me

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C H A N G E    O F    T H E    G U A R D


If you listen you can hear it; it's the laughter in the street
It's the motion in the music, and the fire beneath your feet
All the signs are right this time, you don't have to try so very hard
If you live in this world, you're feelin' the change of the guard
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

All you cowboys and your neighbors, can you swallow up your pride?
Take your guns off if you're willin', and you know we're on your side
If you wanna get through the years, It's high time you played your card
If you live in this world, you're feelin' the change of the guard
Na na na na, na na na na
Na na na na, na na na na

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