"You know my reputation for playing a good clean game"
I'm nervous. Really nervous. Big event happening tonight. Could go really bad or really well. I need to relax.
I kind of have a love-hate relationship with Steely Dan. My dad has constantly played their music around the house since I can remember, which made them get on my nerves. But, they kind of remind me of my childhood, which makes me happy. Weird feeling towards this band.
The plan was set the plan was done
Looked at my watch and started for the door
Now the food here ain't so good no more
And they closed the package store
Looked at my watch and started for the door
Now the food here ain't so good no more
And they closed the package store
Love your mama, love your brother
Love 'em til they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on
Cry a jag on me
Oh Michael, oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame
You know my reputation for playing a good clean game
Oh Michael, oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when
You turn that heartbeat over again
My poison's named you know my brand
So please make mine a double, Sam
Stir it up nice I'll eat it right here
This highway runs from Paraguay
And I've just come all the way
Love 'em til they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on
Cry a jag on me
Oh Michael, oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame
You know my reputation for playing a good clean game
Oh Michael, oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when
You turn that heartbeat over again
My poison's named you know my brand
So please make mine a double, Sam
Stir it up nice I'll eat it right here
This highway runs from Paraguay
And I've just come all the way
Love your mama, love your brother
Love 'em til they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on
Cry a jag on me
Oh Michael, oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame
You know my reputation for playing a good clean game
Oh Michael, oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when
You turn that heartbeat over again
We warned the corpse of William Wright
Not to cuss and drink all night
Ticket in hand we saw him laid to rest
But zombie see and zombie do
He's here with me and you
Love your mama, love your brother
Love 'em til they run for cover
Turn the light off, keep your shirt on
Cry a jag on me
Oh Michael, oh Jesus you know I'm not to blame
You know my reputation for playing a good clean game
Oh Michael, oh Jesus I'll keep my promise when
You turn that heartbeat over again
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