Telephone Call from Istanbul
- Tom Waits
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