Telephone Call from Istanbul Lyrics

One two three

I was all night long on the broken glass
Livin in a medicine chest
Mediterranean hotel back
Sprawled across a roll top desk

That old monkey rode the blade on an overhead fan
They paint the donkey blue if you pay
I got a telephone call from Istanbul
My baby’s coming home today!

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head?
“Get me out of town”, is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you’re dead!

Saturday’s a festival, oh now Saturday’s a jem
Follow me to Beulah’s on dry creek road
I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed
Pow!

[Saxophone Solo]

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head?
“Get me out of town”, is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you’re dead!

Saturday’s a festival, Friday’s a jam
Dye your hair yellow man!!
Follow me to Beulah’s
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done-
Pow!

[Guitar Solo]

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head?
“Get me out of town”, is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you’re dead!

Saturday’s a festival, Friday’s a gem
Dye your hair yellow baby!
Follow me to Beulah’s
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed

[Bass Breakdown]

Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head?
“Get me out of town”, is what Fireball said
Never trust a man in a blue trench coat
Never drive a car when you’re dead!

Saturday’s a festival, now Friday’s just a gem sweetheart!
Follow me to Beulah’s on dry creek road
I just got to wear the hat that my baby done-

Pow! Pow! Pow!