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And now, a Tom Waits original.
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| All night long on the broken glass/ Livin' in a medicine chest/ Mediteromanian hotel back/ Sprawled across a roll top desk | |
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| That ol' 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 | |
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| 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 | |
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| 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 | |
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