Tom Waits - The One That Got Away Lyrics
Well this gigolos jumping salty, aint no trade out on the streets,Half past the unlucky, and the hawks a front-row seatDressed in full orchestration, stage-door johnnys got to pay,And sent him home talking bout the one that got awayCould have been on easy street, could have been a wheel,With irons in the fire and all them business dealsBut the last of the big-time losers shouted before he drove away,Ill be right back, as soon as I crack the one that got awayWell, the ambulance drivers, they dont give a shit,They just want to get off work, andThe short stop and the victim are already gone berserkAnd the shroud-tailor measures him for a deep-six holiday,The stiff is froze, the case is closed on the one that got awayNow jim crows directing traffic with them cemetery blues,With them peculiar-looking trousers, them old italian shoesAnd a wooden kimono that was all ready to drop in san francisco bayBut hes mumbling something all about the one that got awayAnd costello was the champion at the st. moritz hotel,And the best this side of fairfax, reliable sources tellBut his reputation is at large, and hes at ben franks every day,Waiting for the one that got awayHe got a snakeskin sportshirt, and he looks like vincent price,With a little piece of chicken, and hes carving off a sliceSomeone tipped her off, and shell be doing a houdini now any dayShe shook his hustle, and a greyhound busll take the one that got awayWell, andres at the piano behind the ivar in the sewers,With a buck a shot for pop tunes, and a fin for guided toursHe could-a been in casa blanca, he stood in line out there all dayNow hes spilling whiskey and learning songs about a one that got awayWell Ive lost my equilibrium and my car keys and my pride,The tattoo parlors warm, and so I hustle there insideAnd the grinding off the buzz-saw, what you want that thing to say?I says, just dont misspell her name, buddy, shes the one that got away
