The Ghosts Of Saturday Night lyrics
Song information
Artist: Tom Waits Album: The Heart Of Saturday Night
Lyrics
(After hours at napoleone's pizza house)
A cab combs the snake Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare And a solitary sailor Who spends the facts of his life Like small change on strangers..
Paws his inside p-coat pocket For a welcome twenty-five cents And the last bent butt from a package of kents As he dreams of a waitress with maxwell house eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "irene" As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the texaco beacon burns on The steel-belted attendant with a 'ring and valve special'.. Cryin' "fill'er up and check that oil" "You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil."
The early mornin' final edition's on the stands And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents Eggs - roll 'em over and a package of kents Adam and eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond Across a cash crop car lot Filled with twilight coupe devilles Leaving the town in a-keeping Of the one who is sweeping Up the ghost of saturday night..
[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]
"The Heart Of Saturday Night" album track list
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