Donald FagenBrite Nitegown

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
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