Telephone Call From Istanbul lyrics

I was all night long

On the broken glass

Living in a medicine chest

Mediteromanian hotel back

Sprawled across

A roll top desk

My pet old 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

Oh now Saturday's a gem

Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road

I got to wear the hat

That my baby done sewed

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 baby

And follow me to Beulah's

I just got to wear the hat

That my baby done pop

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 baby

Follow me to Beulah's

I just got to wear the hat that my baby done

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 baby

Follow me to Beulah's

I just got to wear the hat that my baby done