text: Well shes up against the register with an apron and a spatula
  Yesterdays deliveries, the tickets for the bachelors
  Shes a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
  She says, How you gonna like em, over medium or scrambled?
  Anyways the only way, be careful not to gamble
  On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
  A tired bus station, old pair of shoes
  This nothing but an invitation to the blues
  You cant take your eyes off her, get another cup of java
  Its just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
  Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, theres nothing back in Jersey
  But a broken-down jalopy and a dream I was chasing
  A battle with the booze, an open invitation to the blues
  She used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy
  And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
  He probably left her for a socialite, and never loved her cept at night
  And then hes drunk and he never even told her that he cared
  So they took the registration, her car-keys and her shoes
  And left her with an invitation to the blues
  Theres a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
  You can have my seat, Im sticking round here for a while
  Get me a room at the Squire, where the filling stations hiring
  I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose
  Got a crazy sensation, go or stay Ive gotta choose
  I accept your invitation to the blues