Blues Beach

I was scrapin' bottom
Groping in the dark
It takes a crusty punk to really beat
The mean streets of Medicine Park
So I shifted left and out of town
Then I clicked my heels and I doubled down to

Blues beach, I'm frying
Sizzling in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday of the early resigned

I went to Central Station
To catch that early bus
They were gassed and runnin' in every which way
But unhappily not for us
Here come Trina, the child bride
I said, hey pretty girl, can I cop a ride to

Blues beach, it's raining
I'm chilling at the Manatee Bar
Well, it's a stone soul picnic for the early resigned

We can rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
And we could sail away to the bending end (to the bending end)

Grab Big Dog a blanket
Angel of my heart
Things may get a whole lot worse
Before suddenly falling apart
Give your roommate Yvonne a ring
'Cause if she still wants in I gotta pull some strings on

Blues beach, I'm dying
Freezin' in the merciful rays
And it's the long sad Sunday of the early resigned

Talkin' 'bout the blues
Blues beach
Talkin' 'bout the blues, blues
Blues beach
Other dimension
Blues beach
Slackin' attention
Blues beach

Everyone's talkin 'bout them
Blues beach
Yes, I wanna be under sand
Blues beach
Way speed
Blues beach

If you're OK, oh
Blues beach
The congo's talk
Blues beach
Havin' ourselves upon
Blues beach
I'm in a big tropa cooler
Blues beach



Credits
Writer(s): Walter Becker, Donald Fagen
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