text: Well shes up against the register
  With an apron and a spatula
  With yesterdays deliveries
  And the tickets for the bachelors
  Shes a moving violation
  From her conk down to her shoes
  But its just an invitation to the blues
  And you feel just like Cagney
  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 patient and pick up a clue
  She says howyougonnalikem
  Over medium or scrambled
  Anyways the only way
  Be careful not to gamble
  On a guy with a suitcase
  And a ticket gettin out of here
  Its a tired bus station
  And an old pair of shoes
  But it aint nothin 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
  Jokin with the customers
  And its mercy mercy Mr. Percy
  There aint nothin back in Jersey
  But a broken down jalopy of a
  Man I left behind
  And a dream that I was chasin
  And a battle with the booze
  And an open invitation to the blues
  But shes had a sugar daddy
  And a candy apple caddy
  And a bank account and everything
  Accustom to the finer things
  He probably left her for a socialite and
  He didnt love her cept at night
  And then hes drunk and never
  Even told her that he cared
  So they took the registration
  And the car keys and her shoes
  And left her with an invitation
  To the blues
  But theres a Continental Trailways leaving
  Local bus tonight, good evening
  You can have my seat
  Im stickin round here for awhile
  Get me a room at the Squire
  And the fillin stations hirin
  I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose
  Got a crazy sensation
  Go or stay, and Ive got to choose
  And Ill accept your invitation
  To the blues