text: 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