[ti:The Ghosts Of Saturday Night] [ar:Tom Waits] [al:The Asylum Years] [by:] [offset:0] [00:21.42]A cab combs the snake [00:23.79]Tryin to rake in that last nights fare [00:28.35]And a solitary sailor [00:30.91]Who spends the facts of his life [00:33.22]Like small change on strangers [00:38.07]Paws his inside p-coat pocket [00:41.69]For a welcome twenty-five cents [00:45.76]And the last bent butt from a package of kents [00:48.94]As he dreams of a waitress with maxwell house eyes [00:52.93]And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair [00:59.11]Her rhinestone-studded moniker says irene [01:04.35]As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes [01:22.98]And the texaco beacon burns on [01:27.66]The steel-belted attendant with a ring and valve special [01:31.41]Cryin filler up and check that oil [01:36.08]You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil [01:44.76]The early mornin final editions on the stands [01:50.24]And that town cryers cryin there with nickels in his hands [01:56.87]Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents [02:00.62]Eggs - roll em over and a package of kents [02:05.05]Adam and eve on a log you can sink em damn straight [02:09.24]Hash browns hash browns you know I can't be late [02:34.22]And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamond [02:38.65]Across a cash crop car lot [02:41.21]Filled with twilight coupe devilles [02:44.77]Leaving the town in a-keeping [02:48.71]Of the one who is sweeping [02:56.50]Up the ghost of saturday night