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PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Fagen
Background Vocals
Jerry Barnes
Background Vocals
Michael Harvey
Background Vocals
Freddie Washington
Bass Guitar
Keith Carlock
Drums
Frank Vignola
Guitar
Hugh McCracken
Guitar
Wayne Krantz
Guitar
Phonus Quaver
Marimba
Jon Herington
Guitar
Walt Wiskopf
Saxophone
Marvin Stamm
Trumpet
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Donald Fagen
Producer
Joe Palmaccio
Additional Engineer
Allan "A.T." Thomas
Assistant Engineer
Brian Montgomery
Assistant Engineer
Bryan Smith
Assistant Engineer
Chad Lupo
Assistant Engineer
Eddie Jackson
Assistant Engineer
Jim Keller
Assistant Engineer
Maria Triana
Assistant Engineer
Matt Scheiner
Assistant Engineer
Steve Mazur
Assistant Engineer
Darcy Proper
Mastering Engineer
Elliott Scheiner
Recording Engineer
TJ Doherty
Recording Engineer
Lirik
High above Manhattan town
What floats and has a shape like that
Fans like us who watch the skies
We know it's Morph the Cat
Gliding like a big blue cloud
From Tompkins Square to Upper Broadway
Beyond the Park to Sugar Hill
Stops a minute for latte
He oozes down the heating duct
Swims like seaweed down the hall
He briefly digs your wiggy pad
And seeps out through the wall
It's kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Like Christmas without the chintzy stuff
What exactly does he want
This Rabelaisian puff of smoke
To make you feel all warm and cozy
Like you heard a good joke
Like you heard an Arlen tune
Or you bought yourself a crazy hat
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
Respect to Morph the Cat
Kind of like an arctic mindbath
Cool and sweet and slightly rough
Liquid light on New York City
Christmas without the chintzy stuff
So rich is his charisma
You can almost hear it sing
He skims the roofs
And bells begin to ring
Chinese cashiers can feel it now
Grand old gals at evening mass
Young racketeers
And teenage models
Laughing on the grass
Blessed Yankees have an ally
When this feline comes to bat
Bringing joy to old Manhattan
All watch the skies for Morph the Cat
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen
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