Invitation to the Blues

Well, she’s up against the register

An apron and a spatula

With yesterday’s deliveries

And tickets for bachelors

She’s a moving violation

From her conk down to her shoes

But she’s just an invitation to the blues

But you feel like cagney

And she looks like

Rita Hayworth

At the counter of the

Schwab’s drugstore

You wonder if she might be single

She’s a loner, likes to mingle

Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue

She says how you gonna like’em

Medium or scrambled?

Any way is the only way

Be careful not to gamble

On a guy with a suitcase

And a ticket getting out here

It’s tired bus station

And an old pair of shoes

Ain’t nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you can’t take your eyes off her

Get another cup of java

And it’s just the way she pours it for you

Joking with the customers

Oh mercy,

Mr. Percy!

There ain’t nothing back in jersey

But a broken down jalopy

Of a man i left behind

And a dream that i was chasing

A battle with booze

An open invitation to the blues

Ah, but she’s had a sugar daddy

And a candy apple caddy

A bank account and everything

Accustomed to the finer things

He left her for a socialite

He didn’t love her except at night

And then he’s drunk

And never even told her that he cared

So she took the registration

Car keys and her shoes

Left with an invitation to the blues

Now there’s continental trailways leaving

Local bus tonight, good evening

You can have my seat

I’m sticking round here for a while

Get a room at squire

The filling station’s hiring

And I can cat here every night

What the hell have

I got to lose

Got a crazy sensation

Go or stay,

I gotta choose

I’ll accept your invitation to the blues