Telephone Call From Istanbul lyrics

All night long on the broken glass Living in a medicine chest Medite-romanian 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 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 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 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 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 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