The Old Regime - Walter Becker, Donald Fagen

I heard them whispering

I saw their eyes, their jests

Their secret smiles

Dance a wild new tango

Overrun the great placenta

And who received the first bang-bang?

It was the whole goddamned gang

What can the price for freedom be?

The old regime is falling

The ball and chain is gone, you see

The winning team is calling

For volunteers, don’t hesitate

The old regime is falling

Who got the bottles?

Who got the ladies' fashions

And the tray?

Did you get the radio?

Did you get the princess' collar?

Well don’t you know I got the cheap

So what you got you’d better keep

But that brunette, she comes with me

The old regime is falling

The ball and chain is gone, you see

The winning team is calling

For volunteers, don’t hesitate

The old regime is falling

Gotta get a move on

What’s in your hand?

It’s just my things left in the sand

Now I’ll drive with four wheel drive

Air in the breadbox

Cheese in the mouths of babes

Is fine with me

Yes I’m on your side

Deal me in and do your preaching

But won’t you carve the turkey now?

I know I’ve earned my share somehow

By morning who knows where I’ll be?

The old regime is falling

The ball and chain is gone, you see

The winning team is calling

For volunteers, don’t hesitate

The old regime is falling