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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Bass
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Vocals
Carolyn Willis
Carolyn Willis
Background Vocals
Jeff Porcaro
Jeff Porcaro
Drums
Myrna Matthews
Myrna Matthews
Background Vocals
Sherlie Matthews
Sherlie Matthews
Background Vocals
Victor Feldman
Victor Feldman
Percussion
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Songwriter
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Gary Katz
Gary Katz
Producer
Roger D Nichols
Roger D Nichols
Engineer

Lyrics

Kids if you want some fun Mr. Lapage is your man He's always laughing, having fun Showing his films in the den Come on, come on Soon you will be eighteen I think you know what I mean Don't tell your mama Your daddy or mama They'll never know where you been Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Listen to what I say He wants to show you the way Right down the hallway with open arms To teach you a new game to play Come on, come on Soon it will be too late Bobbing for apples can wait We know you're used to Sixteen or more Sorry, we only have eight Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Kids if you want some fun See what you never have seen Take off your cheaters and set right down Start the projection machine Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last Everyone's gone to the movies Now we're alone at last
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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