Claudia Bettinaglio Invitation To The Blues
Well, she's up against the register with an apron and a
spatula
With yesterday's deliveries, and the tickets for the
bachelors
She's a movin' violation from her conk(2) down to her
shoes
But it's just an invitation to the blues
And you feel just like Cagney(3), she looks like Rita
Hayworth(4)
At the counter of the Schwab's Drugstore(5)
You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner, likes
to mingle
Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
She said: How you gonna like 'em, over medium or
scrambled?
You say: Anyway's the only way, be careful not to
gamble
on a guy with a suitcase and a ticket gettin' out of
here
in a tired(6) bus station, in an old pair of shoes
cause it ain't nothin' 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, jokin' with the
customers
Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothin' back in
Jersey
but a broken down jalopy(7) of a man I left behind
and a dream that I was chasin', and a battle with the
booze
and an open invitation to the blues
But she used to have a sugar daddy(8) and a candyapple
Caddy
And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the
finer things
He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't
love her 'cept at night
And then he's drunk and never even told her that he
cared
So they took the registration, and the car keys and his
shoes
and left her with an invitation to the blues
But there's a Continental Trailways leavin' Local bus
tonight, good evenin'
You can have my seat, I'm stickin' round here for a
while
Get me a room at the Squire, and the fillin' station's
hirin'
Now I can eat here every night, what the hell have I
got to lose?
Got a crazy sensation, go or stay, and I gotta choose
And I'll accept your invitation to the blues