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  1. Black Friday
  2. Bad Sneakers
  3. Rose Darling
  4. Daddy Don't Live In That New York City No More
  5. Doctor Wu
  6. Everyone's Gone To The Movies
  7. Your Gold Teeth II
  8. Chain Lightning
  9. Any World (That I'm welcome to)
  10. Throw Back The Little Ones

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Walter Becker: Bass, Guitars

Donald Fagen: Keyboards, Vocals

Other musicians

Guitar: Larry Carlton, Dennis Dias, Dean Parks, Elliot Randall, Rick Derringer, Hugh McCracken

Bass: Chuck Rainey, Wilton Felder

Drums: Jeff Porcaro, Hal Blaine

Keyboards: Michael Omartian, David Paich

Percussion: Victor Feldman

Horns: Arranged by Jim Haskell. Phil Woods plays Alto Solo on Dr. Wu.

Backing Vocals: Michael McDonald, Sherlie Matthews, Carolyn Willis, Myrna Matthews

All Songs by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen
Produced by Gary Katz
Engineered by Roger Nichols

B L A C K    F R I D A Y

When Black Friday comes I'll stand down by the door
And catch all the grey men as they dive from the fourteenth floor.
When Black Friday comes I'll collect everything I'm owed,
And before my friends find out I'll be on the road.
When Black Friday falls you know it's got to be
Don't let it fall on me

When Black Friday comes I'll fly down to Muswellbrook
Gonna strike all the big red words from my little black book.
Gonna do just what I please, gonna wear no socks and shoes,
With nothing to do but feed all the kangaroos.
When Black Friday comes I'll be on that hill
You know I will


When Black Friday comes I'm gonna dig myself a hole,
Gonna lay down in it till I satisfy my soul
Gonna let the world pass by me, the Archbishop gonna sanctify me
And if he don't come across I' m gonna let it roll.
When Black Friday comes I'm gonna stake my claim, I'll guess I'll change my name


B A D    S N E A K E R S

Five names that I can hardly stand to hear
Including yours and mine, and one more champ who isn't here
I can see the ladies talking, How the times are getting hard
And that fearsome excavation, on Magnolia Boulevard

And I'm going insane,
And I'm laughing at the frozen rain
And I'm so alone, honey when they gonna send me home?

Bad sneakers and a Pina Colada my friend
Stompin' on the avenue by Radio City with a
transistor and a large sum of money to spend

You fella, you tearin' up the street
You wear that white tuxedo, how you gonna beat the heat?
Do you take me for a fool, do you think that I don't see
That ditch out in the valley, that they're digging just for me ?




R O S E    D A R L I N G

Rose darling, come to me; Snake Mary's gone to bed.
All our steaming sounds of love cannot disturb her in her night
Or raise her sleeping head.
All I ask of you is make my wildest dreams come true;
No one sees and no one knows

Rose darling, come to me; Snake Mary dreams along.
I would guess she's in Detroit with lots of money in the bank
Although I could be wrong.
You must know it's right the spore is on the wind tonight;
You won't feel it till it grows.

Rose darling my friend
With only you and what I've found we'll wear the weary hours down.


Rose darling, come to me; the clock is close at hand.
All my empty words of love can never screen the flash I feel
Or make you understand.
Honey, can't you see, I know it's real, it's got to be;
Why not chase it where it goes?


D A D D Y    D O N ' T    L I V E    I N    T H A T    N E W    Y O R K    C I T Y    N O    M O R E

Daddy don't live in that New York City no more.
He don't celebrate Sunday on Saturday night no more.
Daddy don't need no lock and key
For the piece he stowed out on Avenue D.
Daddy don't live in that New York City no more.

Daddy don't drive in that El dorado no more.
He don't travel on down to the neighborhood liquor store.
Lucy still loves her coke and rum,
But she sits alone 'cause her daddy can't come.
Daddy don't drive in that El dorado no more.

Driving like a fool down to Hackensack,
Drinking his dinner from a paper sack,
He says, "I gotta see a joker and I'll be right back."


Daddy don't live in that New York City no more.
He can't get tight ev'ry night, pass out on the barroom floor.
Daddy can't get no fine cigar, but we know you're smoking wherever you are.
Daddy don't live in that New York City
No more.


D O C T O R    W U

Katy tried; I was half-way crucified.
I was on the other side of no tomorrow.
You walked in and my life began again
Just when I'd spent the last piaster I could borrow
All night long we would sing that stupid song
And every word we sang I knew was true.

Are you with me, Doctor Wu?
Are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew?
Are you crazy, are you high or just an ordinary guy?
Have you done all you can do?
Are you with me, Doctor?


Don't seem right; I've been strung out here all night.
I've been waiting for the taste you said you'd bring to me.
Biscayne Bay, where the Cuban gentleman sleep all day,
I went searching for the song you used to sing to me.
Katy lies; you can see it in her eyes.
But imagine my surprise when I saw you.

Are you with me, Doctor Wu?
Are you really just a shadow of the man that I once knew?
She is lovely, yes, she's sly, and you're an ordinary guy.
Has she finally got to you?

Can you hear me, Doctor...
Are you with me, Doctor?


E V E R Y O N E ' S    G O N E    T O    T H E    M O V I E S

Kids, if you want some fun,
Mister LaPage is your man;
He's always laughing, having fun,
Showing his films in his den.
Come on, come on.
Soon you will be eighteen,
I think you know what I mean
Don't tell your mama, your daddy or mama,
They'll never know where you've been.

Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last;
Everyone's gone to the movies, now we're alone at last.

Listen to what I say,
He wants to show you the way
Right down the hallway with open arms
To teach you a new game to play.
Come on, come on.
Soon it will be too late,
Bobbing for apples can wait;
I know you're used to sixteen or more,
Sorry we only have eight.


Kids, if you want some fun,
See what you never have seen;
Take off your chinos and sit right down,
Start the projection machine.



Y O U R    G O L D    T E E T H    I    I

Who are these children who scheme and run wild
Who speak with their wings and the way that they smile?
What are the secrets they trace in the sky,
And why do you tremble each time they ride by?

Throw out your gold teeth
and see how they roll;
The answer they reveal
life is unreal.

Who are these strangers who pass through the door,
Who cover your action and go you one more?
If you're feeling lucky you best not refuse;
It's your game the rules are your own win or lose.





C H A I N    L I G H T N I N G

Some turnout- a hundred grand;
Get with it, we'll shake his hand.
Don't bother to understand;
Don't question the little man.
Be part of the brotherhood;
Yes, it's chain lightning,
It feels so good.

Hush brother- we cross the square;
Act nat'ral, like you don't care.
Turn slowly and comb your hair;
Don't trouble the midnight air.
We're standing just where he stood;
It was chain lightning,
It feels so good.


A N Y    W O R L D    ( T H A T    I ' M     W E L C O M E    T O )

If I had my way I would move to another lifetime;
I'd quit my job, ride the train through the misty night-time.
I'll be ready when my feet touch the ground, wherever I come down,
And if the folks will have me, then they'll have me.

Any world that I'm welcome to [any kind of world]
Any world that I'm welcome to
Any world that I'm welcome to
Is better than the one I come from.

I can hear your words when you speak of what you are and have seen;
I can see your hand reaching out through a shining daydream.
Where the days and nights are not the same, captured happy in a picture frame;
Honey I will be there, yes, I'll be there.


I got this thing inside me that's got to find a place to hide me.
I only know I must obey this feeling I can't explain away.

I think I'll go to the park, watch the children playing;
Perhaps I'll find in my head what my heart is saying.
A vision of a returning. A kingdom where the sky is burning;
Honey I will be there, yes I'll be there.


Is better than the one I come from.
Is better than the one I come from.

Any world that I'm welcome to... [any kind of world] ...[to fade]


T H R O W    B A C K    T H E     L I T T L E    O N E S

Lost in the Barrio I walk like an Injun,
So Carlo won't suspect something's wrong here.
I dance in place and paint my face
And act like I belong here.


Throw back the little ones and pan-fry the big ones;
Use tact, poise and reason and gently squeeze them.

Hot licks and rhetoric don't count much for nothing;
Be glad if you can use what you borrow.
So I pawn my crown for a ride uptown
And buy it back tomorrow.


Done like a matador I pray for the weekend
And hope the little girls still throw roses.
Else I change my bait and move upstate
Before the season closes.


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