Lyrics Donald Fagen – Good Stuff

I walked into Lindy’s
Tired and tight
Me and my Julie
Been fightin’ all night

Bankroll don’t like it
When I come in late
We got a big beef with a small concern
We must liquidate

We cab down to the Saint Mark
For a looky loo
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
Squirting 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 Julie’s in the chorus
On Mr. Ziegfield’s stage
My little canary
In a golden cage

I’m goofy on the girlie
But she runs hot and cold
It’s a relief to get marching orders
And do just what I’m told

Tonight we jacked a convoy
Two-hundred barrell run

Roll in around midnight
Deliver to the speaks
All that 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 pop the both
And I ankle downtown
To a hophouse in the Tenderloin
I 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