In the corner of my eye
I saw you in Rudy's
You were very high
You were high
It was a cryin' disgrace
They saw your face

On the counter by your keys
Was a book of numbers and your remedies
One of these surely will screen out the sorrow
But where are you tomorrow?

I can't cry anymore
While you run around, while you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear
That it's over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here

Down to Greene Street
There you go
Lookin' so outrageous
And they tell you so
You should know
How all the pros play the game
Then you change your name

Like a gangster on the run
You will stagger homeward to your precious one
I'm the one who must make everything right
Talk it out till daylight

I don't care anymore
Why you run around, why you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear
That it's over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here

I can't cry anymore
While you run around, while you run around
Break away
Just when it seems so clear
That it's over now
Drink your big black cow
And get out of here

So outrageous
So outrageous
So outrageous

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker