Throw Back the Little Ones - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    Lost in the Barrio I walk like an Injun

    So Carlo won't suspect something's wrong here
    I dance in place
    And paint my face
    And act like I belong here

    Throw back the little ones
    And pan-fry the big ones
    Use tact, poise and reason
    And gently squeeze them

    Hot licks and rhetoric
    Don't count much for nothing
    Be glad if you can use what you borrow
    So I pawn my crown
    For a ride uptown
    And buy it back tomorrow

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    Done like a matador I pray for the weekend
    And hope the little girls still throw roses
    Else I'll change my bait
    And move upstate
    Before the season closes

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    Marco Giunco
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