Donald Fagen Follow

They came in under the radarWhen our backs were turned
aroundIn a fleet of Lincoln Town CarsThey rolled
into our townConfounded all six sensesLike an opiate
in the brainMary shut the garden doorLooks a lot
like rainMary shut the garden doorMary shut
the garden doorWe pounded Rachel's radioFor reports about the bridgeThere was nothing on but
staticNothing in the fridgeWe lay there listening to
the windWhistling through the pinesWhen we heard the
engines idlingSaw the headlights through the blindsMary shut the garden doorMary shut the garden
doorRough dreamsThose voices in the kitchenI woke upAnd sensed the new conditionThey wonStorms ragedThings changedForeverSo if
you ever see an automatonIn a midprice luxury carBetter roll the sidewalks upSwitch on your lucky star'Cause this zombie does impressionsBut not really
to amuseThis ballad is for loversWith something left
to loseMary shut the garden doorMary shut the
garden door