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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Guitar
Craig Siegel
Craig Siegel
Performer
Paul Marchetti
Paul Marchetti
Performer
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Keyboards
Dean Parks
Dean Parks
Acoustic Guitar
Brenda White-King
Brenda White-King
Background Vocals
Katherine Russell
Katherine Russell
Background Vocals
Jon Papenbrook
Jon Papenbrook
Horn
John Beasley
John Beasley
Keyboards
Paulinho Da Costa
Paulinho Da Costa
Percussion
Bob Sheppard
Bob Sheppard
Saxophone
Bruce Paulson
Bruce Paulson
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Lyrics
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Horn Arranger
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Walter Becker
Walter Becker
Producer
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Producer
David Russell
David Russell
Mixing Engineer
John Neff
John Neff
Engineer
Roger Nichols
Roger Nichols
Mixing Engineer
Glenn Meadows
Glenn Meadows
Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

In case you're wondering it's alive and well That little habit that you left with me Here in the suburbs where it's hard to tell If I got the bear or if the bear got me How did you know that it would take me down Down to the bottom of the wine dark sea Where you were waiting there to bring me 'round. Where you knew all the dopest cuts to be Drowned at the bottom of your mystery Down in the bottom of the wine dark sea Saw your old lady in the park today The legendary smile is wearing thin Behind that guessing game you make her play Now that she knows that she could never win I guess you're never gonna take her down Down to the bottom of your little black heart. Lay with her naked on the cool hard ground To watch the sun rise in the dopest part Down in the bottom where your lifeline shows Down in the bottom where nobody goes Did you lose your way find another Did you make your play or just run for cover Is its safe to say you got burned today? I like the feathers and I love the hat I like that little gypsy tune you're humming I guess I'm happy now we've had this chat Oh yeah I'm really glad I saw you coming There in the corner of the eastern sky The tortured angel of your rising sign Darkens the evening with his one good eye An evil omen of the dopest kind Down in the bottom where your demons fly Down in the bottom of the eastern sky Down in the bottom where your lifeline shows Down in the bottom where nobody goes Down at the bottom of your mystery Down in the bottom of the wine dark sea
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