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Uploaded on Jun 4, 2010
Well she's up against the register With an apron and a spatula With yesterday's deliveries And the tickets for the bachelors She's a moving violation From her conk down to her shoes But it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney She looks like Rita Hayworth At the counter of the Schwab's drug store You wonder if she might be single She's a loner and likes to mingle Got to be patient and pick up a clue
She says, "How you gonna like 'em Over medium or scrambled? You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble On a guy with a suitcase And a ticket gettin' out of here In a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes But it ain't nothin' but an invitation to the blues
But you can't take your eyes off her get another cup of java And it's just the way she pours it for you Joking with the customers mercy mercy Mr. Percy There ain't nothin' back in Jersey But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind And a dream that I was chasin' and a battle with booze And an open invitation to the blues
But she's had a sugar daddy and a candy apple caddy And a bank account and everything accustom to the finer things He probably left her for a socialite And he didn't love her except at night And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared So they took the registration and the car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues
'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leavin' Local bus tonight, good evenin' You can have my seat, I'm stickin' 'round here for a while Get me a room at the squire the fillin' station's hirin' And I can eat here every night what the hell have I got to lose Got a crazy sensation go or stay and I've got to choose And I'll accept your invitation to the blues