Translation: Fagen, Donald. Morph The Cat.
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 hear Denise is back on the outside That's she's got a wicked plan She's callin' in the Gong sisters again To form the ultimate five chord band For
They came in under the radar When our backs were turned around In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars They rolled into our town Confounded all six senses Like
you had a Mango Cooler Ooh - Morph the Cat He's all the talk in shops and schoolyards Sultan Place - the Automat Players playin' in da Bronx Respects to Morph the Cat
Blessed Yankees have an ally When this feline comes to bat Bringing joy to Old Manhattan All watch the skies for Morph the Cat (Thanks to Dean for
The stars are bright tonight The air is sweet Though summer's over now There's a strange new music in the street You and I Know the world can't be like
Well I guess I needed a miracle If I was gonna make my flight I had to get to gate C13 And it was still way out of sight Something in my carry on bag
What I Do I say "Ray, why do girls treat you nice that way?" He said it's not what I know What I think or say It's what I do It's what I do It's deep
Mona's become a child of the night When she goes out It's only for bare necessities She says she's had it up to here with light While the city sleeps
