Donald Jay Fagen (born January 10, 1948) is an American musician and songwriter, best known as the co-founder, lead singer, and the principal songwriter (along with partner Walter Becker) of Steely Dan. Fagen is known for his use of complex jazz harmonies, elaborate arrangements, and exacting attention to detail and launched his successful, if sporadic solo career in 1982.
Fagen penned a group of songs based on his experiences as a young man in 1950's America
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Em9 Em6/9 ..etc..etc.. I dreamed I had a fever
I was pushin' one-oh-three
My mom's all upset - cryin' by my bedside
Everybody's prayin' for me
I hear a scratchin' at the window
I somehow twist myself around
I realize I'm eyes to eyes
With the fella in the Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
In the Brite Nitegown
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c# d# c# g Em9Em6/9 The eagle flies on Friday
My baby wants to bash
I hit the ATM - and march down the street
With a roll of party cash.
Right then a couple lit-up brothers
They gently put me on the ground
They do the steal and leave me to deal
With the fella in the Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown
You can't fight with the fella
C#/E In the Brite Nitegown
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|G#m9 |G#m6 |Em13 |F#m7/E |
|Em9 |D6/9D#13|Dmaj9D7+9|A#+5/CC9|
|F#7sus4/BG#7-5|Gmaj7G6|Dmaj9D7-5|A#+5/CC7|
|F#7sus4/BG#7-5|Gmaj7G6|Dmaj9D7-5|A#+5/C |
|F#7sus4/BG#7-5|Gmaj7G6|Dmaj9D7-5|A#+5/C |
|F#7sus4/BG#7-5|Gmaj7B13-9|
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Em9Em6/9 Ten milligrams of Chronax Will whip you back through time Past Hebrew kings - and furry things To the birth of humankind I shared in all of nature's secrets But when I finally came around I'm sittin' on the rug gettin' a victory hug From the fella in the brite Brite Nitegown
Brite Nitegown Brite Nitegown You can't fight with the fella In the Brite Nitegown