paroles de chanson Brooklyn - Donald Fagen , Walter Becker

A race of angels
Bound with one together
A dish of dollars
Laid out for all to see
A tower room at Eden Rock
His golf at noon for free
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me

My sentry trembles
He feels the end is coming
His face is scowling
Inside he's on his knees
If looks and and dreams could surely kill
He'd long be gone from here
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me

His lady's aching
To bring a body down
She daily preaches
On where she wants to be
An evening with a movie queen
A face we all have seen
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me

A case of aces
Done up loose for dealing
A piece of island cooling in the sea
The whole of time we gain or lose
And power enough to choose
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me
Brooklyn owes the charmer
Under me