Brite Nightgown - Donald Fagen

I dreamed I had a fever

I was pushin' one-oh-three

My mom’s all upset — cryin' by my bedside

Everybody’s prayin' for me

I hear a scratchin' at the window

I somehow twist myself around

I realize I’m eyes to eyes

With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

You can’t fight with the fella

In the Brite Nitegown

The eagle flies on Friday

My baby wants to bash

I hit the ATM — and march down the street

With a roll of party cash

Right then a couple lit-up brothers

They gently put me on the ground

They do the steal and leave me to deal

With the fella in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

You can’t fight with the fella

In the Brite Nitegown

Ten milligrams of Chronax

Will whip you back through time

Past Hebrew kings — and furry things

To the birth of humankind

I shared in all of nature’s secrets

But when I finally came around

I’m sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug

From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown

You can’t fight with the fella

In the Brite Nitegown