Telephone Call from Istanbul

Lyrics

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 baby's comin' 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 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, whoo! 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 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 on Dry Creek Road I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed Well, take me down to buy a tux on Red Rose Bear I got to cut a hole in the day I got a telephone call from Istanbul My baby's comin' home today 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 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, whoo!