The One That Got Away Lyrics - Small Change - Tom Waits

Well, the gigolo's jumpin' salty 

Ain't no trade out on the streets 

Half past the unlucky 

And the hawk's a front row seat 

Dressed in full orchestration 

Stage door Johnny's got to pay 

And sent him home 

Talking 'bout the one that got away 

Well, could've been on Easy Street 

Could've been a wheel 

With irons in the fire 

And all them business deals 

But the last of the big time losers 

Shouted before he drove away 

I'll be right back as soon as I crack 

The one that got away 

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The ambulance drivers, they don't give a shit 

They just want to get off work 

And the short stop 

And the victim already gone berserk 

And the shroud tailor measures him 

For a deep six holiday 

The stiff is froze, the case is closed 

On the one that got away 

Now Jim Crow's directing traffic 

With them cemetery blues 

With them peculiar looking trousers 

Them old Italian shoes 

And a wooden kimono was all ready 

To drop in San Francisco Bay 

But he's mumbling something 

All about the one that got away 

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Costello was the champion 

At the St.Moritz Hotel 

And the best this side of Fairfax 

Reliable sources tell 

But his reputation is at large 

And he's at Ben Frank's every day 

Waiting for the one that got away 

He's got a snake skin sport shirt 

And he looks like Vincent Price 

With a little piece of chicken 

And he's carving off a slice 

But someone tipped her off 

She'll be doing a Houdini now any day 

She shook his hustle 

A Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away 

Andre is at the piano 

Behind the Ivar in the sewers 

With a buck a shot for pop tunes 

And a fin for guided tours 

He could've been in Casablanca 

He stood in line out there all day 

Now he's spilling whiskey 

And learning songs about the one that got away 

Well, I've lost my equilibrium 

And my car keys and my pride 

The tattoo parlor's warm 

And so I hustle there inside 

And the grinding of the buzz-saw 

"What you want that thing to say?" 

I say, "Just don't misspell her name 

Buddy, she's the one that got away"