Invitation to the blues lyrics

Artist  : Tom waits 
Song : Invitation to the blues
 
Well she’s up against the register with an apron
and a spatula,
Yesterday’s deliveries, tickets for the
bachelors
She’s a moving violation from her conk down to
her shoes,
Well, 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 drugstore
You wonder if she might be single, she’s a loner
and likes to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said ’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 getting out
of here
It’s a tired bus station and an old pair of
shoes
This ain’t nothing but an invitation to the
blues

But you can’t take your eyes off her, get another
cup of java,
It’s just the way she pours it for you, joking
with the customers
Mercy mercy, mr. percy, there ain’t nothing back
in jersey
But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle
with booze
And an open invitation to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy and a
candy-apple caddy,
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to
the finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he
didn’t ’cept at night,
And then he’s drunk and never even told her that
her 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 leaving
local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat, I’m sticking round here for
a while
Get me a room at the squire, the filling
station’s hiring,
And I can eat here every night, what the hell
have I got to lose? 
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta
choose,
And I’ll accept your invitation to the blues