Artist: Steely Dan Album: Everything Must Go {2003}

Attention all shoppers
It's Cancellation Day
Yes, the big, "Adios."
Is just a few hours away

It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall

You'll need the tools for survival
And the medicine for the blues
Sweet treats and surprises
For the little buckaroos

It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall

We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special 
On all of the standard stuff 
Cos in the morning, that gospel morning 
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough - going gets tough

Roll your cart back up the aisle 
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye 
Ride the ramp to the freeway 
Beneath the blood orange sky 

It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall
The Last Mall

We've got a sweetheart Sunset Special
On all of the standard stuff
Cos in the morning, that gospel morning
You'll have to do for yourself when the going gets tough - going gets tough

Roll your cart back up the aisle 
Kiss the checkout girls goodbye 
Ride the ramp to the freeway 
Beneath the blood orange sky 

It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall
It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall
It's last call to do your shopping
At the Last Mall

I don't mind the quiet or the lonely nights
I don't miss the funky attitudes and I, I don't miss the fights
Lie on the couch till suppertime and hunker down and read the Post
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most

The talk, the sex, somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most 

I kinda like frying up my sad cuisine
Gettin' in bed and curling up with a girlie magazine
Sometimes in the corner of my eye I see that adorable ghost
And then ba-boom I remember the things I miss the most

The talk, the sex, somebody to trust
The comfy Eames chair, the good copper pans
The '54 Strat 
These are the things I miss the most

I had a little birdy friend
By morning she was gone
Birdy good-bye
Birdy bye-bye 

I'm learning how to meditate, so far so good
I'm building the Andrea Doria out of balsa wood 
Days really don't last forever, it's getting pretty damn close 
And that's when I remember the things I miss the most

The talk and the sex, somebody to trust
The Audi TT, the house on the Vineyard
The house on the gulf coast
These are the things I miss the most

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

Blues Beach, I'm frying
Sizzlin' 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' every which way but unhappily not for us
Here comes Trina, the child bride
I said, "Hey pretty girl, can I cop a ride," to

Blues Beach, it's rainin'
I'm chillin' at the Manatee Bar
Well it's a stone soul picnic for the early resigned

We could rent a paranymphic glider
My hypothetical friend
And we could sail - sail away
Till the bending end - till 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
Cos 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
Bout the blues, blues, Blues Beach
Love the dimension - Blues Beach
Slappin' the tension - Blues Beach
Everyone's talkin' now - Blues Beach
Yes, I wanna be on the sand - Blues Beach
Rays sweeter than - Blues Beach
Rays, oh - Blues Beach
The palm grows tall - Blues Beach
Have our selves a ball - Blues Beach

In the beginning we could hang with the dude
But it's been too much of nothing, that stank attitude
And now they curse your name, there's a bounty on your face
It's your own fault daddy, GodWhacker's on the case 

We track your almighty ass thru seven heaven-worlds
Me, Slinky Redfoot, and our trusty angel-girls
And when the stars bleed out, that be the fever of the chase
You better get gone poppie, GodWhacker's on the case

Be very, very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Climb up the glacier, across bridges of light 
We sniff you, Big Tiger, in the forest of the night 
Cos there's no escape from the Rajahs of Erase 
Better run, run, run, GodWhacker's on the case 

Be very, very quiet
Clock everything you see
Little things might matter later
At the start of the end of history

Yes, we are the GodWhackers who rip and chop and slice
For crimes beyond imaginingm it's time to pay the price
You better step back son, give the man some whackin' space
You know this might get messy, GodWhacker's on the case

Let me put it this way doll, I know it's getting late
I can tell from the planes of your face that you're from out of state
Here in the Willows, now here's the deal
Tomorrow's for squares and tonight's for real

Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done

Now did you say you were from the Netherlands, or was that Netherworld
If you grew up in Amsterdam, well, then I'm the Duke of Earl
These tabs look iffy, but you say they're good
Let's roll with the homeys and knock on wood

Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the Slang of Ages
Show me where I turn

Are you all part of the dreaming
The end of my life so far
Or something half-way in between
You oughta know - where'd she go, where'd she go

Damn, she skipped dimensions - was it something that I said
Or something I was thinking when she opened up my head
Let me make it right, baby, never mind how
A crazy little place I know called Be There Now

Drop me off in Groovetime
Do you hear the Slang of Ages
Show me how it's done
Drop me off in Groovetime
Soothe me with the Slang of Ages
This is where I turn

That's right, slang me

My coat is black and the moon is yellow, here is where I get off
As you can see for yourself, old girl, in the Green Book
I tango down to the smoky lobby, my eyes adjust to the light
The new cashier looks like Jill St. John - can that be right
I'm rolling into the bar at Joey's, they're getting ready to close
Here she comes very, "Kiss me deadly," - my life, my love, my third hand rose
A flash ahead to a yummy playback, just you and me in a room
I'm double dreaming a page at a time in the Green Book

The torso rocks and the eyes are keepers, now where'd we sample those legs
I'm thinking Marilyn 4.0 in the Green Book
I like the neon, I love the music - anachronistic but nice
The seamless segue from fun to fever, it's a sweet device
I'm so in love with this dirty city, this crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way - the boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute but a little younger, she's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book

I'm so in love with this dirty city, this crazy grid of desire
The festive icons along the way - the boardwalk, the lovers, the house on fire
She's kinda cute but a little younger, she's got the mood and the moves
It's kinda scary to dig yourself in the Green Book
Green Book

Our man Abu squeezes off twenty tracer rounds
And that's when she jumps the turnstile
And as she clings to the roof of the speeding train
The Double A down to Sheridan Square
Her cell phone rings - it's, like, her stupid father
Be in the door by ten, again

Pixeleen - dream deep my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen - born in the bogs of Jersey
Pixeleen - trained how to love and spy hard
Pixeleen - dropped on the streets of Roppongi
Pixeleen - soaked through on the floor of a noodle shop

And when Abu rams the clip in the miniglock
Up on the catwalk inside the warehouse
You whip a knife from the top of your go-go boot
Just a flash of spectacular thigh
Your pager starts to throb - it's your as-if boyfriend Randall
Better keep it real, or whatever

Pixeleen - rave on my sleek and soulful cyberqueen
Pixeleen - penned by a hack in the Palisades
Pixeleen - backed by some guys from Columbia
Pixeleen - shot all in digital video
Pixeleen - for a million and change

Flashback to cool summer nights - Freddy can we cut to the chase
In the room above your garage - everything about me is different
Symmetrical and clean

This is what I see - just a girl in girlie trouble
Dancing in the video with gun and tambourine

Pixeleen - be good my three-times perfect ultrateen
Pixeleen - born on the floor of a noodle shop
Pixeleen - dropped in the bogs of Jersey
Pixeleen - shot by a guy from Columbia
Pixeleen - soaked through all in digital video
Pixeleen - girl with the sweet backstory
Pixeleen - pitched in a trailer in Burbank
Pixeleen - cast by a cool-enough yes-man
Pixeleen - screened at a festival in Utah

That must be her again, she's leaning on my bell
That cold psychotic ring, the one I know so well
So I'm nailed to the floor in the no-option zone
There's about zero chance she'll give up and go home
This endless afternoon
It started on the day I met her
Lunch with Gina is forever

She's coming round the corner, her body's just a blur
I peel out like The Flash, it don't mean boo to her
So I duck into Nino's - she's barred from the place
The minute I walk out she's right in my face
She's got nothing but time
No use in trying to be clever
Lunch with Gina is forever

Now I'm in my apartment - the blinds down, the lights out
The phone rings, God help me - there's nobody home
I crouch on the carpet not breathing
Just being, like meat on the bone

I'm in a cozy booth, maybe my watch is fast
Another Tanqueray, I'll wait till twenty past
I'm about to go postal when she waltzes in
I guess she's a knockout - hey, where have I been
The waiter never comes
God knows the service could be better
Lunch with Gina is forever
Coffee and a kiss
Maybe later maybe never
Lunch with Gina

It's high time for a walk on the real side, let's admit the bastards beat us
I move to dissolve the corporation in a pool of margaritas
So let's switch off all the lights, light up all the Luckies
Crankin' up the afterglow
Cos we're goin' out of business - everything must go

Talk about your major pain and suffering, now our self-esteem is shattered
Show the world our mighty hidey-ho face as we go sliding down the ladder
It was sweet up at the top till that ill wind started blowing
Now it's cozy down below
Cos we're goin' out of business - everything must go

We gave it our best shot
But keep in mind we got a lot
The sky, the moon, good food and the weather, first-run movies
Does anybody get lucky twice - wouldn't it be nice

Tell me can you dig it Miss Fugazy, now it's gone from late to later
Frankly I could use a little face time in the service elevator
And if Dave from acquisitions wants to get in on the action
With his handicam in tow
Well, we're goin' out of business - everything must go

Can it be the sorry sun is rising, guess it's time for us to book it - to book it
Talk about the famous road not taken, in the end we never took it
And if somewhere on the way we got a few good licks in
No one's ever gonna know
Cos we're goin' out of business - everything must go