Donald Fagen

Brite Nitegown


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I dreamed I had a fever
I was pushin' one-oh-three
My mom's all upset
Crying by my bedside
Everybody's praying for me
I hear a scratchin' at my 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 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 they leave me to deal
With the man in the brite nitegown

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

Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight 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
Getting a victory hug
From the fella in the brite nitegown

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