Well, shes up against the register
An apron and a spatula
With yesterdays deliveries
And tickets for bachelors
Shes a moving violation
From her conk down to her shoes
But shes just an invitation to the blues

But you feel like cagney
And she looks like Rita Hayworth
At the counter of the Schwabs drugstore
You wonder if she might be single
Shes a loner, likes to mingle
Got to be patience, try to pick up a clue
She says how you gonna likeem
Medium or scrambled?
Any way is the only way
Be careful not to gamble
On a guy with a suitcase
And a ticket getting out here
Its tired bus station
And an old pair of shoes
Aint nothing but an invitation to the blues

But you cant take your eyes off her
Get another cup of java
And its just the way she pours it for you
Joking with the customers
Oh mercy, Mr. Percy!
There aint 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 booze
An open invitation to the blues

Ah, but shes had a sugar daddy
And a candy apple caddy
A bank account and everything
Accustomed to the finer things
He left her for a socialite
He didnt love her except at night
And then hes drunk
And never even told her that he cared
So she took the registration
Car keys and her shoes
Left with an invitation to the blues

Now theres continental trailways leaving
Local bus tonight, good evening
You can have my seat
Im sticking round here for a while
Get a room at squire
The filling stations hiring
And I can cat here every night
What the hell have I got to lose
Got a crazy sensation
Go or stay, I gotta choose
Ill accept your invitation to the blues

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