Telephone Call From Istanbul
by Tom Waits
From the album: Big Time
Track 15 of 18 on Big Time (1988).
Duration: 4:17
Lyrics for Telephone Call From Istanbul
All night long on the broken glass Livin' in a medicine chest Mediterranean 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 the 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 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 the 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 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 the 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