Brooklyn - Donald Fagen, Walter Becker

A race of angels

Bound with one another

A dish of dollars

Laid out for all to see

A tower room at Eden Rock

His golf at noon for free

Brooklyn owes the charmer

Under me His lady’s aching

To bring a body down

She daily preaches

On where she wants to be An evening with a movie queen

A face we all have seen

Brooklyn owes the charmer

Under me A case of aces

Done up loose for dealing

A piece of island cooling in the sea

The whole of time we gain or lose

And power enough to choose

Brooklyn owes the charmer

Under me