Telephone Call From Istanbul Lyrics - Franks Wild Years - Tom Waits

All night long on the broken glass 

Livin' in a medicine chest 

Mediterranean hotel back sprawled across a roll top desk 

The monkey rode the 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 the festival 

Friday's a gem 

Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem 

Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road 

I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed 

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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 the festival 

Friday's a gem 

Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem 

Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road 

I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed 

Take me down to buy a tux on Red Rose Bear 

Got to cut a hole in the day 

I got a telephone call from Istanbul 

My baby's coming home today 

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 the festival 

Friday's a gem 

Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem 

Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road 

I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed 

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