Tom Waits - Eggs Sausage Lyrics
Nighthawks at the dinerOf emmas 49er, theres a rendezvousOf strangers around the coffee urn tonightAll the gypsy hacks, the insomniacsNow the papers been readNow the waitress saidEggs and sausage and a side of toastCoffee and a roll, hash browns over easyChile in a bowl with burgers and friesWhat kind of pie?In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade2 for a quarter, dime for a danceWith woolworth rhinestone diamondEarrings, and a sideways glanceAnd now the register ringsAnd now the waitress sings(chorus)The classified section offered no directionIts a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloudNow the touch of your fingersLingers burning in my memoryIve been 86ed from your schemeIm in a melodramatic nocturnal sceneIm a refugee from a disconcerted affairAs the lead pipe morning fallsAnd the waitress calls(chorus)