Tom Waits - Telephone Call From Istanbul Lyrics

I was all night long on the broken glass
Living in a medicine chest
Medite-Romanian hotel back
Sprawled across a roll top desk

That old 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 trench coat
Never drive a car when you're dead

Saturday's a festival, oh now, Saturday's a gem
Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, pow

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, baby
Follow me to Beulah'
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done-, pow

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, baby
Follow me to Beulah'
I just 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 drive a car when you're dead

Saturday's a festival, now Friday's just a gem, sweetheart
Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road
I just got to wear the hat that my baby-

Pow, pow, pow, pow, pow