Matraca Berg - Eat At Joe's Lyrics
I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m. Raking up those dimes and quarters Slinging eggs and ham Scrambled, poached, or over easy Coffee black and strong Jukebox of scratchy records I play 'em all night long Eternal blue neon, we're never closed When the world is asleep Darling, come take a seat You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's) Here comes old Frank Taylor, smelling like old gin Guess his wife couldn't get him sober It's up to me again Here's a hot top on your coffee Honey, you're a mess I ain't your wife, I ain't your momma But I'll do, I guess Eternal blue neon, we're never closed When the world is asleep Darling, come take a seat You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's) Hello, Prince Charming, where are you, dear? When will you come in and order biscuits here? Truck drivers, musicians with no place to go I can be your domestic goddess For an hour or so Eternal blue neon, we're never closed When the world is asleep Darling, come take a seat You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's)
