and you
feel just like Cagney
looks
like Rita Hayworth
at the
counter of the Schwab's drug store
you
wonder if she might be single
she's
a loner likes to mingle
got
to be patient and pick up a clue
she says
howyougonnalikem
over
medium or scrambled
anyway's
the only way
be careful
not to gamble
on a
guy with a suitcase
and
a ticket gettin out of here
it's
a tired bus station
and
an old pair of shoes
but
it ain't nothing but an
invitation
to the blues
but you
can't take your eyes off her
get
another cup of java
and
it's just the way she pours it for you
joking
with the customers
and
it's mercy mercy Mr. Percy
there
ain't nothin back in Jersey
but
a broken-down jalopy of a
man
I left behind
and
a dream that I was chasin
and
a battle with booze
and
an open invitation to the blues
but she's
had a sugar daddy
and
a candy apple Caddy
and
a bank account and everything
accustom
to the finer things
he probably
left her for a socialite
and
he didn't love her 'cept at night
and
then he's drunk and never
even
told her that he cared
so they
took the registration
and
the car-keys and her shoes
And
left her with an invitation
to the
blues
'Cause
there's a Continental Trailways leaving
local
bus tonight, good evening
you
can have my seat
I'm
stickin round here for a while
get
me a room at the Squire
the
filling station's hiring
I can
eat here every night
what
the hell have I got to lose
got
a crazy sensation,
go or
stay and I've got to choose
and
I'll accept your invitation to the blues
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