Invitation to the blues

Well she’s up against the register

with an apron and a spatula

Yesterday’s deliveries

tickets for the bachelors

She’s a moving violation

from her conk down to her shoes

Well, it’s just an invitation

to the blues

And you feel just like Cagney

she looks like Rita Hayworth

At the counter of the Schwab’s drugstore

You wonder if she might be single

she’s a loner and likes to mingle

Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

She said «How you gonna like 'em

over medium or scrambled?»

Anyways the only way

be careful not to gamble

On a guy with a suitcase

and a ticket getting out of here

It’s a tired bus station

and an old pair of shoes

This ain’t nothing but an invitation

to the blues

But you can’t take your eyes off her

get another cup of java

It’s just the way she pours it for you

joking with the customers

Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy

there ain’t nothing back in Jersey

But a broken-down jalopy

of a man I left behind

And the dream that I was chasing

and a battle with booze

And an open invitation

to the blues

But she used to have a sugar daddy

and a candy-apple Caddy

And a bank account and everything

accustomed to the finer things

He probably left her for a socialite

He didn't love her cept at night

And then he’s drunk and

never even told her that her cared

So they took the registration

and the car-keys and her shoes

And left her with an invitation

to the blues

'Cause there’s a Continental Trailways leaving

local bus tonight, good evening

You can have my seat

I’m sticking round here for a while

Get me a room at the Squire

the filling station’s hiring

And I can eat here every night

what the hell have I got to lose?

Got a crazy sensation

go or stay? now I gotta choose

And I’ll accept your invitation

to the blues