Daddy don't live in that New York City no more
He don't celebrate Sunday on a Saturday night no more
No, my Daddy don't live in that New York City no more, no more
Daddy don't live in that New York City no more
He can't get tight every night, pass out on the barroom floor
No more, no more, no, no, no, no, no
And I'll be right back"
Daddy don't drive in that El Dorado no more, no more
But she sits alone 'cause her daddy can't come
But we know you're smoking wherever you are
Daddy don't live in that New York City
For the piece he stowed out on Avenue D
He says, "I gotta see a joker
Drinking his dinner from a paper sack
Lucy still loves her coke and rum
Driving like a fool out to Hackensack
Songwriters: Walter Becker, Doanld Fagen
He don't travel on down to the neighborhood liquor store
No, Daddy can't get no fine cigar
Publisher: AMERICAN BROADCASTING MUSIC INC
Daddy don't drive in that El Dorado no more
Daddy don't need no lock and key