Black Cow - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
    In the corner

    Of my eye
    I saw you in Rudy's
    You were very high
    You were high
    It was a cryin' disgrace
    They saw your face

    On the counter
    By your keys
    Was a book of numbers
    And your remedies
    One of these
    Surely will screen out the sorrow
    But where are you tomorrow

    I can't cry anymore
    While you run around
    Break away
    Just when it
    Seems so clear
    That it's
    Over now
    Drink your big black cow
    And get out of here

    Down to Greene Street
    There you go
    Lookin' so outrageous
    And they tell you so
    You should know
    How all the pros play the game
    You change your name

    Like a gangster
    On the run
    You will stagger homeward
    To your precious one
    I'm the one
    Who must make everything right
    Talk it out till daylight

    I don't care anymore
    Why you run around
    Break away
    Just when it
    Seems so clear
    That it's
    Over now
    Drink your big black cow
    And get out of here

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    Marco Giunco
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