Eggs And Sausage - Tom Waits

Nighthawks at the diner
Of emma's fourty nine er
There's a rendezvous of strangers
Around the coffee urn tonight
All the gypsy hacks the insomniacs
Now the paper's been read
Now the waitress said
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie
It's a graveyard charade a late shift masquerade
Two for a quarter dime for a dance
With woolworth rhinestone diamond
Earrings and a sideway's glance
And now the register rings
And now the waitress sings
Eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie ahh
Oh the classified section offered no direction
It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud
Now the touch of your fingers
Lingers burning in my memory
I've been eighty sixed from your scheme
I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene
I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair
As the lead pipe morning falls
And the waitress calls
Oh eggs and sausage and a side of toast
Coffee and a roll hash browns over easy
Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries
What kind of pie
Ala mo if you will
Just come in to join the crowd
Had some time to kill
See I'd just come in to join the crowd
Had some time to kill
Just come in to join the crowd
'Coz I had some time to kill