Babylon Sisters
BABYLON SISTERS
Drive west on SunsetBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
To the sea
Turn that jungle music down
Just until we're out of town
This is no one night stand
It's a real occasion
Close your eyes and you'll be there
It's everything they say
The end of a perfect day
Distant lights from across the bayBabylon sisters shake it
Babylon sisters shake it
So fine so young
Tell me I'm the only oneHere come those Santa Ana winds again
We'll jog with show folk on the sand
Drink kirschwasser from a shell
San Francisco show and tell
Well I should know by now
That it's just a spasm
Like a Sunday in T.J.
That it's cheap but it's not free
That I'm not what I used to be
And that love's not a game for threeBabylon sisters shake it
Babylon sisters shake it
So fine so young
Tell me I'm the only oneMy friends say no don't go
For that cotton candy
Son you're playing with fire
The kid will live and learn
As he watches his bridges burn
From the point of no returnBabylon sisters shake it
Babylon sisters shake it
So fine so young
Tell me I'm the only one
HEY NINETEEN
Way back whenBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
In Sixty-seven
I was the dandy
Of Gamma Chi
Sweet things from Boston
So young and willing
Moved down to Scarsdale
Where the hell am IHey Nineteen
No we can't dance together
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on downHey Nineteen
That's 'Retha Franklin
She don't remember
The Queen of Soul
It's hard times befallen
The sole survivors
She thinks I'm crazy
But I'm just growing oldHey Nineteen
No we got nothing in common
No we can't talk at all
Please take me along
When you slide on downThe Cuervo Gold
The fine Colombian
Make tonight a wonderful thingNo we can't dance together
No we can't talk at all
GLAMOR PROFESSION
6:05BACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
Outside the stadium
Special delivery
For Hoops McCann
Brut and charisma
Poured from the shadow where he stood
Looking good
He's a crowd pleasing man
One on one
He's schoolyard superman
Crashing the backboard
He's Jungle Jim again
When it's all over
We'll make some calls from my car
We're a starIt's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its tollIllegal fun
Under the sunAll aboard
The Carib Cannibal
Off to Barbados
Just for the ride
Jack with his radar
Stalking the dread moray eel
At the wheel
With his Eurasian bride
On the town
We dress for action
Celluloid bikers
Is Friday's theme
I drove the Chrysler
Watched from the darkness while they danced
I'm the oneIt's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its tollIllegal fun
Under the sunHollywood
I know your middle name
Who inspires your fabled fools
That's my claim to fameJive Miguel
He's in from Bogota
Meet me at midnight
At Mr. Chow's
Szechuan dumplings
After the deal has been done
I'm the oneIt's a glamour profession
The L.A. concession
Local boys will spend a quarter
Just to shine the silver bowl
Living hard will take its tollIllegal fun
Under the sun
GAUCHO
Just when I sayBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
"Boy we can't miss
You are golden"
Then you do this
You say this guy is so cool
Snapping his fingers like a fool
One more expensive kiss-off
Who do you think I amLord I know you're a special friend
But you don't seem to understand
We got heavy rollers
I think you should know
Try again tomorrowCan't you see they're laughing at me
Get rid off him
I don't care what you do at home
Would you care to explain
Who is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
And your elevator shoes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
Will never be welcome here
High in the Custerdome
What I tell you
Back down the line
I'll scratch your back
You can scratch mine
No he can't sleep on the floor
What do you think I'm yelling for
I'll drop him near the freeway
Doesn't he have a homeLord I know you're a special friend
But you refuse to understand
You're a nasty schoolboy
With no place to go
Try again tomorrowDon't tell me he'll wait in the car
Look at you
Holding hands with the man from Rio
Would you care to explainWho is the gaucho amigo
Why is he standing
In your spangled leather poncho
With the studs that match your eyes
Bodacious cowboys
Such as your friend
Will never be welcome here
High in the Custerdome
TIME OUT OF MIND
Son you better be ready for loveBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
On this glory day
This is your chance to believe
What I've got to sayKeep your eyes on the sky
Put a dollar in the kitty
Don't the moon look pretty
Tonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mindI am holding the mystical sphere
It's direct from Lhasa
Where people are rolling in the snow
Far from the world we know
Children we have it right here
It's the light in my eyes
It's perfection and grace
It's the smile on my faceTonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mindChildren we have it right here
It's the light in my eyes
It's perfection and grace
It's the smile on my faceTonight when I chase the dragon
The water will change to cherry wine
And the silver will turn to gold
Time out of mind
MY RIVAL
The wind was driving in my faceBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
The smell of prickly pear
[My rival - show me my rival]
The milk truck eased into my space
Somebody screamed somewhereI struck a match against the door
Of Anthony's Bar and Grill
I was the whining stranger
A fool in love
With time to killI've got detectives on his case
They filmed the whole charade
[My rival - show me my rival]
He's got a scar across his face
He wears a hearing aidSure he's a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes I'll match him whim for whim nowI still recall when I first held
Your tiny hand in mine
[My rival - show me my rival]
I loved you more than I can tell
But now it's stomping timeSure he's a jolly roger
Until he answers for his crime
Yes I'll match him whim for whim now
THIRD WORLD MAN
Johnny's playroomBACK TO THE TOP | BACK TO LYRICS INDEX
Is a bunker filled with sand
He's become a third world manSmoky Sunday
He's been mobilized since dawn
Now he's crouching on the lawn
He's a third world manSoon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guyI saw the fireworks
I believed that I was dreaming
Till the neighbors came out screaming
He's a third world manSoon you'll throw down your disguise
We'll see behind those bright eyes
By and by
When the sidewalks are safe
For the little guysWhen he's crying out
I just sing that Ghana Rondo
E l'era del terzo mondo
He's a third world man
All songs written by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen except Gaucho written by Walter Becker, Donald Fagen, and Keith Jarrett. All songs published by Zeon Music & Freejunket Music - ASCAP. All songs copyright © 1980 Zeon Music & Freejunket Music. All Rights Reserved. Used by Permission.