paroles de chanson The Ghosts Of Saturday Night [After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House] - Tom Waits
A
cab
combs
the
snake
tryin'
to
rake
in
that
last
night's
fare
And
a
solitary
sailor
Who
spends
the
facts
of
his
life
like
small
change
on
strangers
Paws
his
inside
P-coat
pocket
for
a
welcome
twenty-five
cents
And
the
last
bent
butt
from
a
package
of
Kents
As
he
dreams
of
a
waitress
with
Maxwell
House
eyes
And
marmalade
thighs
with
scrambled
yellow
hair
Her
rhinestone-studded
moniker
says,
"Irene"
As
she
wipes
the
wisps
of
dishwater
blonde
from
her
eyes
And
the
Texaco
beacon
burns
on
The
steel-belted
attendant
with
a
'Ring
and
Valve
Special'
Cryin'
"Fill'er
up
and
check
that
oil"
"You
know
it
could
be
the
distributor
and
it
could
be
your
coil."
The
early
mornin'
final
edition's
on
the
stands
And
that
town
cryer's
cryin'
there
with
nickels
in
his
hands
Pigs
in
a
blanket
sixty-nine
cents
Eggs-roll
'em
over
and
a
package
of
Kents
Adam
and
Eve
on
a
log,
you
can
sink
'em
damn
straight
Hash
browns,
hash
browns,
you
know
I
can't
be
late
And
the
early
dawn
cracks
out
a
carpet
of
diamond
Across
a
cash
crop
car
lot
filled
with
twilight
Coupe
Devilles
Leaving
the
town
in
a-keeping
Of
the
one
who
is
sweeping
Up
the
ghost
of
Saturday
night
1 New Coat of Paint
2 San Diego Serenade
3 Semi Suite
4 Shiver Me Timbers
5 Diamonds On My Windshield
6 (Looking For) The heart of Saturday Night
7 Fumblin' With the Blues
8 Please Call Me, Baby
9 Depot, Depot
10 Drunk On the Moon
11 The Ghosts Of Saturday Night [After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House]
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