Steely Dan Database
Last thing I remember before it all went wrong Back in the fall of '92 We were skipping rocks across the water Till the tourists were all gone Then I slipped it to you sideways Right there on the beach at Malibu There was nothing we wouldn't do then Noplace we wouldn't go All in our falling-outward 733 So maybe you can tell me How was I supposed to know That I'd be standing out here in the soup line In this post-Bush, post Cold-War economy You do remember little Foxy, the funny little dog we found Out romping on the beach that day Last week I sold your ruby earrings Took old Foxy to the pound You should have heard him howling As that old Beemer pulled away Say, I wonder are you happy, whatever you got up to now Out somewhere slinging pussy I suppose Out there on the pavement As the weather would allow Just another aging would-be starlet In cheap perfume and flashy clothes It was you and me and little Foxy That funny little dog we used to love Out romping on the beach all day Sometimes I just lie awake and wonder Just what we were thinking of When we were out there voting for those bastards Who gave the whole damn store away Cause it was all good times, sunshine Not so very long ago At least as it applied to you and me Did we ever stand a chance, girl Now I guess we'll never know Thanks to George Bush and those Nazis Down in Washington, D.C. Way down in Washington, D.C. . .