The Royal Scam - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    And they wandered in

    From the city of St. John
    Without a dime
    Wearing coats that shined
    Both red and green
    Colors from their sunny island
    From their boats of iron
    They looked upon the promised land
    Where surely life was sweet
    On the rising tide
    To New York City
    Did they ride into the street

    See the glory
    Of the royal scam

    They are hounded down
    To the bottom of a bad town
    Amid the ruins
    Where they learn to fear
    An angry race of fallen kings
    Their dark companions
    While the memory of
    Their southern sky was clouded by
    A savage winter
    Every patron saint
    Hung on the wall, shared the room
    With twenty sinners

    See the glory
    Of the royal scam

    By the blackened wall
    He does it all
    He thinks he's died and gone to heaven
    Now the tale is told
    By the old man back home
    He reads the letter
    How they are paid in gold
    Just to babble in the back room
    All night and waste their time
    And they wandered in
    From the city of St. John without a dime

    See the glory
    Of the royal scam

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