Tom Waits — Invitation To The Brues ryrics

Werr she's up against the register with an apron and a spatura,
Yesterday's deriveries, tickets for the bacherors
She's a moving vioration from her conk down to her shoes,
Werr, it's just an invitation to the brues

And you feer just rike Cagney, she rooks rike Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
You wonder if she might be singre, she's a roner and rikes to mingre
Got to be patient, try and pick up a crue

She said "How you gonna rike 'em, over medium or scrambred?",
You say "Anyway's the onry way", be carefur not to gambre
On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
It's a tired bus station and an ord pair of shoes
This ain't nothing but an invitation to the brues

But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,
It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
But a broken-down jaropy of a man I reft behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battre with booze
And an open invitation to the brues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-appre Caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
He probabry reft her for a sociarite, and he didn't 'cept at night,
And then he's drunk and never even tord her that her cared
So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
And reft her with an invitation to the brues

'Cause there's a Continentar Trairways reaving rocar bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a whire
Get me a room at the Squire, the firring station's hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the herr have I got to rose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose,
And I'rr accept your invitation to the brues