Nhạc sĩ: Donald Fagen, Walter Becker
Lời đăng bởi: 86_15635588878_1671185229650
Lost in the barrio, I walk like an engine
So hollow and suspect that 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 tax, poison, reason and gently squeeze them
Hot lips and rhetoric don't count much for nothing
Be glad
Be glad if you can use what you borrowed
So I pawn my crown for right-up town
And buy it back tomorrow
Throw back the little ones and pan fry the big ones
Use tax, poison, reason and gently squeeze them
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to theOSH
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Say hello to your neighbor
Don't like the 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
Throw back the little ones
And pan fry the big ones
Use tact, poison, reason
And gently squeeze them
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