Waits Tom - Telephone Call From Istanbul Lyrics

I was all night long on the broken glass
Living in a medicine chest
Mediteromanian 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

Will you sell me one of those, 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's
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done

Will you sell me one of those, 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's
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed

Will you sell me one of those, 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 done