I'm a bookkeepers Son

I don’t want to hurt no one.
Well, I crossed my old man back in Oregon.
Don’t take me alive.

Got a case of dynamite
I could hold out here all night

Yes, I crossed my old man back in Oregon.
Don’t take me alive.

Agents of the law,
Luckless pedestrians.
I know you’re out there…

–Googling the lyrics = cheating–
I’m pretty sure I could do this one and most every other SD song from memory.

The Straight Dope has songs?

(I’m so out of it that I had to google the lyrics to learn this meant Steely Dan.)

With rage in your eyes
and your megaphones

(FWIW I didn’t cheat)

If it did, some of the lyrics from this song could apply.

In stanza 2, you have:

“Can you hear the evil crowd?
The lies and the laughter?”

Pit-denizens who have found themselves on the wrong end of a pile-on must have similar thoughts.

I used to be a bookmaker’s Clerk.

Wasn’t this song written about Charles Whitman?

I am not the fig plucker’s son, but I will pluck figs 'til the fig plucker comes.

Try that one ten times fast.

A man of my mind can do anything.

That’s my second favorite SD song.

I’m not a pheasant plucker, I’m a pheasant plucker’s mate.

I have no son.

Well, drink your big black cow and get out of here, then.

I was smoking with the boys upstairs when I heard about the whole affair.

I know what I’ve done.
I know all at once who I am.

I hear my inside
The mechanized hum of another world
How about:

I’ve seen you on the beach and I’ve seen you on TV
Two of a billion stars it means so much to me

I am never going back to my old school.

My Daddy was a bankrobber
He never hurt nobody

I had to Google that. It’s…Duran Duran. :eek:

Away ye beasty.