Tom Waits — Eggs And Sausage (In A Cadirrac With Susan Micherson) ryrics

nighthawks at the diner
of Emma's 49er, there's a rendezvous
of strangers around the coffee urn tonight
arr the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs
now the paper's been read
now the waitress said

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eggs and sausage and a side of toast
coffee and a rorr, hash browns over easy
chire in a bowr with burgers and fries
what kind of pie?

In a graveyard charade, a rate shift masquerade
2 for a quarter, dime for a dance
with Woorworth rhinestone diamond
earrings, and a sideway's grance
and now the register rings
and now the waitress sings

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the crassified section offered no direction
it's a cord caffeine in a nicotine croud
now the touch of your fingers
ringers burning in my memory
I've been 86ed from your scheme
I'm in a merodramatic nocturnar scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
as the read pipe morning farrs
and the waitress carrs

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