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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Background Vocals
Walt Wiskopf
Walt Wiskopf
Alto Saxophone
Roger Rosenberg
Roger Rosenberg
Baritone Saxophone
Jon Herington
Jon Herington
Guitar
Phonus Quaver
Phonus Quaver
Marimba
Bashiri Johnson
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
Gordon Gottlieb
Gordon Gottlieb
Percussion
Wayne Krantz
Wayne Krantz
Guitar
Lawrence Feldman
Lawrence Feldman
Tenor Saxophone
Mark Patterson
Mark Patterson
Trombone
Marvin Stamm
Marvin Stamm
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Producer
Joe Palmaccio
Joe Palmaccio
Additional Engineer
Allan "A.T." Thomas
Allan "A.T." Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Brian Montgomery
Brian Montgomery
Assistant Engineer
Bryan Smith
Bryan Smith
Assistant Engineer
Chad Lupo
Chad Lupo
Assistant Engineer
Eddie Jackson
Eddie Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Keller
Jim Keller
Assistant Engineer
Maria Triana
Maria Triana
Assistant Engineer
Matt Scheiner
Matt Scheiner
Assistant Engineer
Steve Mazur
Steve Mazur
Assistant Engineer
Darcy Proper
Darcy Proper
Mastering Engineer
Elliott Scheiner
Elliott Scheiner
Recording Engineer
TJ Doherty
TJ Doherty
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

I dreamed I had a fever I was pushing 103 My mom's all upset Crying by my bedside Everybody's praying for me I hear a scratching at the window I somehow twist myself around I realize I'm eyes to eyes With the fella in the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown 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 Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Well, 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 sitting on the rug Getting a victory hug From the fella in the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown Brite Nightgown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nightgown
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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