You Got The Bear Lyrics by Steely Dan
Sir, I parked my juggernaut at your gate
Fifteen-thousand miles and I’m feeling great
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Sir, I parked my juggernaut at your gate
Fifteen-thousand miles and I’m feeling great
The wind was driving in my face
The smell of prickly pear
Well if a life is a well made of stone
And there’s a hole in the bottom where a dead soul moans
Some turnout, a hundred grand
Get with it, we’ll shake his hand
Charlie Freak had but one thing to call his own
Three weight ounce pure golden ring no precious stone
Now they lay his body down
Sad old men who run this town
I was scrapin’ bottom
Groping in the dark