Telephone call from Istanbul

All night on the broken glass
livin in a medicine chest
mediteromanian hotel back
sprawled across a roll top desk
the money rode the blade on an overhead fan
the 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 is a gem
die 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 comming home today