Invitation to the Blues

Well, she's up against the register

An apron and a spatula

With yesterday's deliveries

And tickets for the 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 patient, try to pick up a clue

She says, "How you gonna like 'em

Medium or scrambled?

Any way's 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

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

Jokin' 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 the booze

An open invitation to the blues

Oh, but she's had a sugar daddy

In a candy apple Caddy

Bank account and everything

Accustomed to the finer things

He left her for a socialite

He didn't love her 'cept 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

And left with an invitation to the blues

Now there's a Continental Trailways leaving

Local bus tonight, good evening

You can have my seat

I'm sticking around here for a while

Get 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, I gotta choose

I'll accept your invitation to the blues