Telephone Call from Istanbul

All night long on the broken glass

Living in a medicine chest

Mediteromainian 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 ya 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 just got to wear the dress 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 comin’ home today