Song Lyrics

It must have been my lucky Thursday
Your dad went on that spree
Before the crew could put out the fires
You hopped a bus for NYC
Down in Tampa the future looked desperate and dark
Now you're the wonderwaif of Gramercy Park

Who makes the morning fabulous
Who says today's a fun day
Why do I feel like sailing again
Honey it's you Janie Runaway

Let's grab some takeout from Dean and Deluca
A hearty gulping wine
You be the showgirl and I'll be Sinatra
Way back in '59
Sweetness in heels, look at you, in long black gloves
Come to old blue eyes tell me, who do you love

Who makes the traffic interesting
Rescues a dreary Sunday
Who makes me feel like painting again
Honey it's you, Janie Runaway

Let's plan a weekend alone together
Drive out to Binky's place
The sugar shack in Pennsylvania
Or would that be a federal case?
We'll take the Big Red, the Blazer, it's nice inside
And guess who's coming along for the ride

Who has a friend named Melanie
Who's not afraid to try new things
Who gets to spend her birthday in Spain
Possibly you, Janie Runaway

Donald Jay Fagen, Walter Carl Becker