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Tom Waits - The Ghosts Of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Vocals
Jim Hughart
Jim Hughart
Upright Bass
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Waits
Tom Waits
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dayton Burr Howe
Dayton Burr Howe
Producer
Geoff Howe
Geoff Howe
Assistant Engineer
Peter Lyman
Peter Lyman
Mastering Engineer
Terry Dunavan
Terry Dunavan
Original Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
A cab combs the snake
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change
On strangers
Paws his inside peacoat pocket
For a welcome twenty-five cents
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs
With scrambled yellow hair
Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, "Irene"
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
[Verse 2]
The Texaco beacon burns on
The steel-belted attendant
With a ring and valve special
Crying, "'Fill 'er up and check that oil
You know it could be your distributor
And it could be your coil"
[Verse 3]
The early morning final edition is on the stands
And the town crier is crying there
With nickels in his hands
Pigs in a blanket, sixty-nine cents
Eggs, roll 'em over, and a package of Kents
Adam and Eve on a log
You can sink 'em down straight
Hash browns, hash browns
You know I can't be late
[Verse 4]
And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamonds
Across a cash crop car lot, filled with twilight Coupe Devilles
Leaving the town in the keeping
Of the one who is sweeping up the ghosts of Saturday night
Written by: Tom Waits

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