More To Come - Donald Fagen, Walter Becker

The fish are flying in the county seat

The cops are searching for a missing beat

And Billy Burroughs, is he still on the nod?

Deal with the girlfriend, not a demigod

But be assured that if this shaken world is sucked into the sun

More to come

There’s more to come

And when the seventh day at last is done

More to come

There’s more to come

The ladies sure look like they’re craving for me

But ain’t that just what they’re supposed to be?

I hear the man is moving in next door

The boys will have to use the second floor

You might have answers I can understand, but I know only one

More to come

Yeah, more to come

And when the seventh day at last is done

More to come

Yeah, more to come

The kids have torn a yellow packard apart

Ain’t that enough to break a rich man’s heart?

I see the rats have found the cradle again

I’ll let you know if I remember when

There’s one conclusion that I must defend, it’s where we started from

Ho!

More to come

Yeah, more to come

And when the seventh day at last is done

Ohhh, more to come

More to come