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Walter, remember when the world was young and all the girls knew Walter's
Name?
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed.
Do
Walter, remember when the world was young
And all the girls knew Walter's name?
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do
Walter, remember when the world was young
And all the girls knew Walter's name?
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do
Walter, remember when the world was young
And all the girls knew Walter's name?
Walter, isn't it a shame the way our little world has changed?
Do
nostrils. 
On the way down he passed hundreds of trout of different sizes. 
Trout are freshwater fish and have under water weapons. 
Trout are very
cussed out by a country judge because of one crazy night
But can you really see yourself turning out the lights and turning to Walter

What is Walter
By Walter Egan


Going home many years since I've been gone
On my way dreamed a scene of yesterday
Days when we lived at home

Memories once these
think of strange land
Place where I have never been befo'
Because I'm having bad luck
Ev'rywhere I go

Out in California
That is where I long to be
Way
among these lovers, who were listed in the obituary
By the way, which was what made I
Interesting, there were three whom she went so far as to marry
"Please, please, I've lost my way
The current is too strong
In the name of love, kind sir I pray, 
In the name of love"

So I took her by the hand,
trout, Sir
When young Kathleen from over the way
Came to see what the ould monk was about, Sir

”Oh get out o` me way” said the saint
for I am a man
By Walter Egan

Witness the way in which I swallowed your line
So easily convinced the very first time
It was my finest hour it was my pride
A sudden
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the barefoot gossoons at their play

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
the sun go down on Galway Bay.
Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream,
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
go down on Galway Bay

Just to hear again the ripple of the trout stream
The women in the meadows making hay
And to sit beside a turf fire in
By Walter Egan

Under a Spielberg sky all wild and stormy,
Make me an alibi, I'd swear you saw me.
Until the sun came up, it's true you knew me,
But
By Walter Egan

Don't tread on me,
My heart's not stone,
You'll never take my dreams away.
So sure so wild I was,
'So what' you say,
What good are
It would be a storybook affair,
If you were my girl . . .
If you'd like some ice cream,
From the milky way,
I would shinny up the moonbeam,
An' bring
By Walter Egan


There goes my girl there goes my baby
There goes my heart there goes my world
There goes my girl

There goes my girl there goes my
thought I knew what it was all about
Cruising in the river
Like a silver trout
Swimming in the ocean
Respected by the sharks
Overnight the ocean turned
By Walter Egan

It was a Sunday night I will never forget,
Driving down the street in my red Camaro,
As I pulled in to the seven eleven,
The locals
Young Gucci mane got a style so strange
Every word I use don't mean two thangs


It ain't the way its the principle 
What kind of student make mo
By Walter Egan and Chris James

How come everyone says we're fine
It looks so different here inside
Too many nights we fuss and fight
A whole lotta
Words and music by Walter Becker and Donald Fagen

I spent my life twenty years in the basin
My only friend was a man of much more
He lied with power