All night long on the broken glass

All night long on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest
mediteromanian hotel back
sprawled across a roll top desk

the monkey rode the blade on an
overhead fan
they paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul

my [bad word] home today
will you sell me one of those if I shave my head
get me out of town is what fireball said
never [bad word] a man in a blue trench coat

never drive a car 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 [bad word] home today