Telephone Call from Istanbul [Big Time] Tom Waits

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I was all night long on the broken glass
Livin in a medicine chest
Mediterranean hotel back
Sprawled across a roll top desk

That old 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 a festival, oh now Saturday's a jem
Follow me to Beulah's on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Pow!

[Saxophone Solo]

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!