Tom Waits - Invitation To The Blues Lyrics
Well shes up against the register with an apron and a spatula,Yesterdays deliveries, tickets for the bachelorsShes a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,Well, its just an invitation to the bluesAnd you feel just like cagney, she looks like rita hayworthAt the counter of the schwabs drugstoreYou wonder if she might be single, shes a loner and likes to mingleGot to be patient, try and pick up a clueShe said how you gonna like em, over medium or scrambled? ,You say anyways the only way, be careful not to gambleOn a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of hereIts a tired bus station and an old pair of shoesThis aint nothing but an invitation to the bluesBut you cant take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,Its just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customersMercy mercy, mr. percy, there aint nothing back in jerseyBut a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behindAnd the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with boozeAnd an open invitation to the bluesBut she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple caddy,And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer thingsHe probably left her for a socialite, and he didnt cept at night,And then hes drunk and never even told her that her caredSo they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoesAnd left her with an invitation to the bluescause theres a continental trailways leaving local bus tonight, good eveningYou can have my seat, Im sticking round here for a whileGet me a room at the squire, the filling stations hiring,And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,And Ill accept your invitation to the blues
