Telephone Call From Istanbul

All night long on the broken gla*s 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 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 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 baby's coming home today