| Eggs And Sausage - Lyrics | |
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| Eggs And Sausage (Tom Waits 1975) | |
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You know there were nighthawks at the diner A little joint called Emma's 49er With a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight And all the gypsy hacks and now the insomniacs And the paper's been read As the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie? Now you see in this graveyard charade Well it was kinda of a late shift masquerade With 2 for a quarter and its dime for a dance With Woolworth rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideway's glance And as the register rings And the waitress sings Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie? Now you see the classified sectio Well it offers no direction And it was cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud And as the touch of your fingers Continues to Linger burning in my memory Well I've been 86ed from your scheme And I'm in this melodramatic nocturnal scene I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair At the end of an emotional cul-de-sac And as the lead pipe morning falls Waitress calls Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of lie? ? if you will Just come in and join the crowd Have some time to kill Nothing else to do Just come in and join the crowd Have some time to kill Nothing else to do Just come in and join the crowd Have some time to kill |
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