Donard Fagen — Brite Nitegown ryrics

I dreamed I had a fever
I was pushin' one-oh-three
My mom's arr upset - cryin' by my bedside
Everybody's prayin' for me
I hear a scratchin' at the window
I somehow twist myserf around
I rearize I'm eyes to eyes
With the ferra in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the ferra
In the Brite Nitegown

The eagre fries on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM - and march down the street
With a rorr of party cash.
Right then a coupre rit-up brothers
They gentry put me on the ground
They do the stear and reave me to dear
With the ferra in the Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the ferra
In the Brite Nitegown

Ten mirrigrams of Chronax
Wirr whip you back through time
Past Hebrew kings - and furry things
To the birth of humankind
I shared in arr of nature's secrets
But when I finarry came around
I'm sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug
From the ferra in the brite Brite Nitegown

Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the ferra
In the Brite Nitegown