Lyrics Good Stuff - Donald Fagen

I walked into Looney's
Tired and tied
Me and my Julie
Been fightin' all night
Bankroll don't like it
When I come in late
We got a big beef
With the Sulking Son
We must liquidate

We cab down to the Same Mart
For Lookey Luke
They all lounging in the lobby
Then we do what we come to do
Lotsy goes down easy
Moe takes it in the face
Weinberg Brothers
Run for cover
Squirtin' metal all over the place

There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the Good Stuff
The Boss wants to party all night

My Julie's in the chorus
On Mr. Zigfield's stage
My little canary
In a golden cage
I'm goofy and
But she runs hot and cold
It's a relief to get marchin' orders
And just do just what I'm told

Tonight we jack the convoy
Two hundred barrel run
Trucked in from Agooey
In East Patterson
Roll in 'round midnight
Deliver to the Speaks
All out bubble, no trouble
Whole crew gets to get their beats

There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the Good Stuff
The Boss wants to party all night

It's just about dawn
When I finally get home
I find my Twist
With that punk Johnny Rome
So I popped 'em both
And I ankle downtown
To a hot pass in a
Need to kick that around

There's a special satisfaction
When a job comes off so right
Better break out the Good Stuff
The Boss wants to party all night