Telephone Call From Istanbul Lyrics by Tom Waits

Telephone Call From Istanbul Lyrics

    All night long on the broken glass
    Livin in a medicine chest
    Mediteromanian hotel back
    Sprawled across a roll top desk
    The 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 drive a car 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

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