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Telephone Call From Istanbul
by Tom Waits


All night long on the broken glass
Livin in a medicine chest
Mediteromanian 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(2)
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My babys comin 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(3)
Never drive a car when youre dead(4)


Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulahs(5) on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, whoo!


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 youre dead


Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulah on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed


Well, take me down to buy a tux on Red Rose Bear
I got to cut a hole in the day
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My babys comin 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 youre dead


Saturdays a festival, Fridays a gem
Dye your hair yellow and raise your hem
Follow me to Beulahs on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, whoo!