Lyrics More To Come - Donald Fagen, Walter Becker

More To Come

The fish are flying in the county seat
The cops are searching for a missing beat
And Billy Burroughs, is he still on the nod?
Deal with the girlfriend, not a demigod
But be assured that if this shaken world is sucked into the sun
More to come
There’s more to come
And when the seventh day at last is done
More to come
There’s more to come
The ladies sure look like they’re craving for me
But ain’t that just what they’re supposed to be?
I hear the man is moving in next door
The boys will have to use the second floor
You might have answers I can understand, but I know only one
More to come
Yeah, more to come
And when the seventh day at last is done
More to come
Yeah, more to come
The kids have torn a yellow packard apart
Ain’t that enough to break a rich man’s heart?
I see the rats have found the cradle again
I’ll let you know if I remember when
There’s one conclusion that I must defend, it’s where we started from
Ho!
More to come
Yeah, more to come
And when the seventh day at last is done
Ohhh, more to come
More to come