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Telephone Call From Istanbul

(Big Time live album version, 1988)

I was all night long on the broken glass
Livin' 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(2)
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby's comin' 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(3)
Never drive a car when you're dead(4)

Saturday's a festival
Oh now, Saturday's a gem
Follow me to Beulah's(5) on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed, whoo!

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
Now Friday's just a gem, sweetheart!
Follow me to Beulah's on Dry Creek Road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done

Ba-ba-ba-ba-ba....


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