Roaring Of The Lamb - Donald Fagen, Walter Becker

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I’m so nervous at this lonely bivouac

All the men have long since gone to bed

Once again explaining why in Miss Cheever it’s always raining

And the roaring of the lamb

Brought my friends out in the rain

Now nobody’s quite the same

No one’s to blame

There’s a fight reported in the wash-dry

Smart Eugene refused to share his moon-pie

What a shame they start them off so young

Who’s to blame for this one

Who’ll pay the prophet the day they miss one

And the roaring of the lamb

Then revealed its awesome powers

And the minutes turned to hours

No one’s the same

Blandon’s baby broke for Eastern Parkway

Red Kimono torn and soaked in salt spray

Very chic, this wild thing on the run

Magnifique, beguiling (nailed Gwynan’s ???) daughter

But no one’s smiling

And the roaring of the lamb

Brought my friends out in the rain

Now nobody’s quite the same

No one’s to blame