Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula with yesterday's deliveries, and the tickets for the bachelors she's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes but it's just an invitation to the blues
and you feel just like Cagney looks like Rita Hayworth at the counter of the Schwab's drug store you wonder if she might be single she's a loner likes to mingle got to be patient and pick up a clue
she says howyougonnalikem over medium or scrambled anyway's the only way be careful not to gamble on a guy with a suitcase and a ticket gettin out of here it's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes but it ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
but you can't take your eyes off her get another cup of java and it's just the way she pours it for you joking with the customers and it's mercy mercy Mr. Percy there ain't nothin back in Jersey but a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind and a dream that I was chasin and a battle with booze and an open invitation to the blues
but she's had a sugar daddy and a candy apple Caddy and a bank account and everything accustom to the finer things he probably left her for a socialite and he didn't love her 'cept at night and then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared so they took the registration and the car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening you can have my seat I'm stickin round here for a while get me a room at the Squire the filling station's hiring I can eat here every night what the hell have I got to lose got a crazy sensation, go or stay and I've got to choose and I'll accept your invitation to the blues
Compositor: Thomas Alan Waits (Tom Waits) ECAD: Obra #10336969