Steely Dan Database
Oh well my mom never beat me My dad never mistreated me And I turned out no good all the same So now I'm here on the street And I do like my treats And I got not 25 cents to my name Now for me to get straight costs a big buck three eighty And you know I don't got dollar one So I'm waiting for mine in the methadone line Now I've come down to the end of my run She's standing in line and she's looking so fine Like no junkie bitch I've ever known So I follow her feet as they walk down the street And go into her building alone She's the girl next door to the methadone clinic Every bit as sweet as she seems And believe me its true, what all I would not do For Dolophina the girl of my dreams So now she's gliding past Sixth and she's sliding past Seventh To a deli on Eighth Avenue Trading spit-backs for six-packs and cigarettes and such We'll have good beer and sandwiches, too And we'll sit on her sofa and we'll watch television You know the old movies run until dawn And we'll reminisce sweetly through I Dream of Jeannie And hold hands when the adverts come on With the girl next door to the methadone clinic Every bit as sweet as she seems And believe me its true, what all I would not do For Dolophina the girl of my dreams So now its goodbye to the D Train and the hotdogs at Needick's Well I'll trouble your sad precincts no more And Thompson Street Pete I no longer meet For that desperate mid-morning score And include me out please on your beat quarter tease Now I know what my dollar is worth I got all what I need and it's right here in Chelsea I got my piece of heaven on earth With the girl next door to the methadone clinic Every bit as sweet as she seems And believe me its true, what all I would not do For Dolophina the girl of my dreams © 1995 Zeon Music / Freejunket Music Composed by Walter Becker, Donald Fagen, Elinor Becker, Libby Titus