Donald Fagen - Good Stuff lyrics

I walked into Lindey's, tired and tight Me and my Julie, been a' fighting all night Bankroll don't like it when I come in late We got a big beef with a small concern we must liquidate We cab down to the St. Mark for a lookie-lou They'ra all loungin' in the lobby, and we do what we come to do Lotsy goes down easy, Moe takes it in the face Weinburg brothers, run for cover, squirting metal all over the place There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the good stuff The boss wants to party all night My Julie's in the chorus, on Mr. Ziegfield's stage My little canary, in a golden cage I'm goofy on the girlie, but she runs hot and cold It's a relief to get marching orders, and do just what I'm told Tonight we 'jack the convoy, 200 barrel run Trucked in from a brewery in East Patterson Rolled in around midnight, delivered to the Speaks All that bubble, no trouble, whole crew gets to dip their beaks There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the good stuff The boss wants to party all night It's just about dawn, when I finally get home I find my twist with that punk, Johnny Rome So I popped the both, and I ankled downtown To a hop-house in the Tenderloin, need to kick that gong around There's a special satisfaction When a job comes off so right Better break out the good stuff The boss wants to party all night