Letra de Telephone Call From Istanbul - Tom Waits

All night long on the broken glass

livin in a medicine chest

mediteromanian hotel back

sprawled across a roll top desk

the old 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 drop a call 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

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