Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Fagen
Donald Fagen
Background Vocals
Walter Weiskopf
Walter Weiskopf
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 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 somehow twist myself around
I realize I'm eyes to eyes
With the fella in the Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
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 Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
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 sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug
From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
Written by: Donald Fagen
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