Telephone Call From Istanbul - 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 monkey rode a 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 trenchcoat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hand 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 trenchcoat Never drive a car when you're dead Saturday's a festival, Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow and raise your hand Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Well, take me down to buy a tux on red rose bear I got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul My baby's coming home today
Artist: Tom Waits
Title: Telephone Call From Istanbul