Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Donald Fagen
Vocals
Lou Marini
Alto Saxophone
Amy Helm
Background Vocals
Angela Clemmons-Patrick
Background Vocals
Brenda King
Background Vocals
Curtis King
Background Vocals
Dian Sorel
Background Vocals
Diane Garisto
Background Vocals
Fonzie Thornton
Background Vocals
Frank Floyd
Background Vocals
Jenni Muldaur
Background Vocals
Katherine Russell
Background Vocals
Mindy Jostyn
Background Vocals
Roger Rosenberg
Baritone Saxophone
Ronnie Cuber
Baritone Saxophone
Walter Becker
Guitar
Leroy Clouden
Drums
Alan Rubin
Trumpet
Randy Brecker
Trumpet
Dave Tofani
Tenor Saxophone
Lawrence Feldman
Flute
Georg Wadenius
Guitar
Paul Griffin
Hammond Organ
Bashiri Johnson
Percussion
Birch Johnson
Trombone
Jim Pugh
Trombone
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Donald Fagen
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dave Russell
Additional Engineer
David Dill
Additional Engineer
Tom Fritze
Additional Engineer
Tony Volante
Additional Engineer
Wayne Yurgelun
Additional Engineer
Walter Becker
Producer
Phil Burnett
Assistant Engineer
Glen Meadows
Mastering Engineer
Roger Nichols
Recording Engineer
André Grassi
Assistant Recording Engineer
Bob Mitchel
Assistant Recording Engineer
Jay Ryan
Assistant Recording Engineer
John Neff
Assistant Recording Engineer
Troy Halderson
Assistant Recording Engineer
Lyrics
On the fringe
Where the shallows meet the scratchlands
Out where hope and the highway ends
You can park or cruise
Both ways you lose
This is Flytown now my friend
You take a walk on Bleak Street
Tonight could be the night you crash
Then you turn and stop
Start to fingerpop
You think you hear a wailin' combo
You climb a flight of twisted stairs
Some cat says buddy
If you've got eyes
To rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your axe
'Cause tonight at ten
We'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
The Siegel Brothers were slammin' out a baion
So slick it should have been a crime
Irene and Flocko and little Amy Khan
Lead off the big front line
The crowd was bouncin' in sync with the pulse
You get a case of party feet
Then the room turns bright
And fills up with light
And then from somewhere deep inside you
Some frozen stuff begins to crack
Better hurry
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance
To learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
Sunday morning
You're back at the wheel
You're feelng calm and crisp and strong
When it feels right
Just drive for the light
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
If you've got eyes
To rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your axe
'Cause tonight at ten
We'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
Take the T-Line to Bleak and Divine
Just above the Good Time Flats
It's your last chance
To learn how to dance
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
When it feels right
Just drive for the light
That's the groovessential facts
Someday we'll all meet at the end of the street
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
If you've got eyes
To rhythmatize
Bring your flat hat and your axe
'Cause tonight at ten
We'll be workin' again
At the Teahouse on the Tracks
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen
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