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I walked into Lindey's
Tired and tight
Me and my Julie
Been fighting all night
Bankroll don't like it
When I come in late
We got a big beef
With the small concern
We must liquidate
We cab down to the St. Mart
For a lookie-lou
They all lounging in the lobby
Then we do what we come to do
Lotsy goes down easy
Moe takes it in the face
Weinberg Brothers
Run for cover
Squirtin' metal all over the place
There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the good stuff
The boss wants to party all night
My Julies in the chorus
On Mr. Zigfields stage
My little canary
In a golden cage
I'm goofy on the girlie
But she runs hot and cold
Its a relief to get marchin' orders
And just do just what I'm told
Tonight we jack the convoy
Two hundred barrel run
Trucked in from a brewery
In East Patterson
Rolled in around midnight
Delivered to the Speaks
All out bubble, no trouble
Whole crew gets to dip their beaks
There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the good stuff
The boss wants to party all night
It's just about dawn
When I finally get home
I find my twist
With that punk Johnny Rome
So I popped the both
And I ankle downtown
To a hop-house in the Tenderloin
Need to kick that gong around
There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the good stuff
The boss wants to party all night
WRITERS
Donald Fagen
PUBLISHERS
Lyrics © Wixen Music Publishing
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