#SteelyDan #DonaldFagen #truestory The Body Shop was a strip club in Yonkers NY about a block from my house where I went a LOT in my 20's. I must be some kind of unicorn, because I ended up with a number of the dancers who kinda famously don't date civilians, but I guess I had a convincing rap. Also, referrals, but I digress. The lyrics, chords and melodica solo are quite reminiscent of Fagen's solo work (if I say so myself), plus a got a bump, excuse me, LINE from Kid Charlemagne in there with big fuck for good measure. I didn't tune the vox but prolly should. I did the chords very much by ear with voice leading instead of my usual cerebral approach so I dunno. Might be a bit out here and there.

Albanian gangsters Banging on the tables Hanging out with off-duty cops Wannabe models Just selling them bottles Down at the body shop

These hot, dark, thin Columbianas They say they all like it on top Shut up and buy a dance We're not here for romance Down at the body shop

It's like an alternate dimension Where all your dreams don't quite come true Sweet chunky junkies just Too bonkers for Yonkers This must be California

Guitar solo over intro

The DJ is pumping All the speakers thumping Letting all that big bass drop Fully engaged Paging Candy to the stage Down at the body shop

That baby oil shine and a line of ready cash These fine ladies topless non-stop All completely trashed And flashing the gash Down here at the body shop

Bridge It's like an alternate dimension Where all your dreams don't quite come true Sweet chunky junkies just Too bonkers for Yonkers This must be California

So clean this fuckin mess up or we'll all end up in jail You're gonna need a pail and a mop More ain't always less But sometimes it is I guess Down here at the body shop