Telephone Call From Istanbul

Tom Waits

Composed by: Tom Waits
All night long on the broken glass
Living in a medicine chest
Medite-romanian hotel back
Sprawled across a roll top desk

The old monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan
They paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's coming home today

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town, is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drop a call when you're dead

Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town, is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drop a call when you're dead

Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed

Take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear
Got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's coming home today

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
Get me out of town, is what fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drop a call when you're dead

Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
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