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Telephone Call from Istanbul |
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 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
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