Tom Waits - Telephone Call from Istanbul (Original) lyrics

All night long on the broken gla** 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 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 Friday's a gem Dye your hair yellow And raise your hem Follow me to beulah's on Dry creek road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Take me down to buy a tux on Red rose bear Got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul My baby's coming home today