There's a crateful of lead-line pipes/A photo of laughing Navy types/On the island East of the Carolines/Lovely island" —Memorabilia
Four old hippies drivin' in the rain/I asked for a lift—they said: Get used to the pain/They gonna fix the weather in the world/Just like Mr. Gore said/But tell me what's to be done/Lord—'bout the weather in my head." —Weather in My Head
We went to a party/Everybody stood around/Thinkin': Hey, what's she doin' with a burned out hippie clown/Young dudes were grinnin'/I cant' say it didn't sting/Some punk says: Pops you better hold on to that slinky thing." —Slinky Thing
Your move to the lane child/Played on my heartstrings/With your long skinny legs child/And your hoop earrings/When the stakes were sky-high/That's when you'd always shine/The ball would ride a moonbeam/Down the inside line." —Miss Marlene
When we go out dancin'—she's always the star/When she does the Philly Dog—I gotta have CPR/She put on a dress last night made of plastic wrap/It was off the hook—crazy sweet/What everybody's wearin' on Planet D'Rhonda" —Planet D'Rhonda
JazzWax note: All lyrics above by Donald Fagen (c) 2012.
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