Mary Shut the Garden Door - Donald Fagen

They came in under the radar

When our backs were turned around

In a fleet of Lincoln Town Cars

They rolled into our town

Confounded all six senses

Like an opiate in the brain

Mary shut the garden door

Looks a lot like rain

Mary shut the garden door

Mary shut the garden door

We pounded Rachel’s radio

For reports about the bridge

There was nothing on but static

Nothing in the fridge

We lay there listening to the wind

Whistling through the pines

When we heard the engines idling

Saw the headlights through the blinds

Mary shut the garden door

Mary shut the garden door

Rough dreams

Those voices in the kitchen

I woke up And sensed the new condition

They won

Storms raged

Things changed

Forever

So if you ever see an automaton

In a midprice luxury car

Better roll the sidewalks up Switch on your lucky star

'Cause this zombie does impressions

But not really to amuse

This ballad is for lovers

With something left to lose

Mary shut the garden door

Mary shut the garden door