Deacon Blues - Steely Dan

This is the day of the expanding man,

That shape is my shade, there where I used to stand,

It seems like only yesterday, I gazed through the glass

At Ramblers, wild gamblers, that’s all in the past

You call me a fool, you say its a crazy scheme

This one’s for real, I already bought the dream

So useless to ask me why, throw a kiss and say goodbye

I’ll make it this time, I’m ready to cross that fine line

I’ll learn to work the saxophone

I’ll play just what I feel,

Drink scotch whisky, all night long,

And die behind the wheel,

They got a name for the winners in the world,

I want a name when I lose

They call Alabama the crimson Tide

Call me Deacon Blues,

Deacon Blues

My back to the wall, a victim of laughing chance

This is for me, the essence of true romance,

Sharing the things we know and love

With those of my kind,

Libations, sensations, that stagger the mind

I crawl like a viper, through the suburban streets

Make love to these women, languid and bitter sweet,

I rise when the sun goes down,

Cover every game in town, a world of my own,

I’ll make it my home sweet home,

This is the night of the expanding the man,

I take one last drag, as I approach the stand,

I cried when I wrote this song,

Sue me if I play too long,

This brother is free

I’ll be what I want to be