The Waits Over - MR.MINNESOTA

Well, the gigolo's jumpin' salty Ain't no trade out on the streets Half past the unlucky And the hawk's a front row seat Dressed in full orchestration Stage door Johnny's got to pay And sent him home Talking 'bout the one that got away Well, could've been on Easy Street Could've been a wheel With irons in the fire And all them business deals But the last of the big time losers Shouted before he drove away I'll be right back as soon as I crack The one that got away The ambulance drivers, they don't give a shit They just want to get off work And the short stop And the victim already gone berserk And the shroud tailor measures him For a deep six holiday The stiff is froze, the case is closed On the one that got away Now Jim Crow's directing traffic With them cemetery blues With them peculiar looking trousers Them old Italian shoes And a wooden kimono was all ready To drop in San Francisco Bay But he's mumbling something All about the one that got away Costello was the champion At the St.Moritz Hotel And the best this side of Fairfax Reliable sources tell But his reputation is at large And he's at Ben Frank's every day Waiting for the one that got away He's got a snake skin sport shirt And he looks like Vincent Price With a little piece of chicken And he's carving off a slice But someone tipped her off She'll be doing a Houdini now any day She shook his hustle A Greyhound bus'll take the one that got away Andre is at the piano Behind the Ivar in the sewers With a buck a shot for pop tunes And a fin for guided tours He could've been in Casablanca He stood in line out there all day Now he's spilling whiskey And learning songs about the one that got away Well, I've lost my equilibrium And my car keys and my pride The tattoo parlor's warm And so I hustle there inside And the grinding of the buzz-saw "What you want that thing to say?" I say, "Just don't misspell her name Buddy, she's the one that got away"

There's a blue eyed girl with a red bow tie And a string of pearls with one good eye In a rainy town the chimney smoke will curl No one likes clowns on the other side of the world And the children know she'll never let me go. There's a one legged priest that tangos with the farmers wife Beauty and the beast is taking her own life And a tear on a letter back home turns into a lake of your own And a crow turns into a girl on the other side of the world And she tastes like the sea and she's waiting for me In the spring the weeds will show that he brought back the only rose And he gave it to his girl on the other side of the world. And I drink champagne from your thin blue veins She visits his grave wearing her mother's shawl Should I shave or end it all. There's an old sailor song that the children know As their fingers curl around the other side of the world On a bone white mare lost in kathleen's hair In the spring the weeds will show that he brought back the only rose And he gave it to his girl on the other side of the world.

If you don't want these arms to hold you If you don't want these lips to kiss you If you've found somebody new Put me back in the crowd Put the sun behind the clouds Put me back in the crowd There's a battle going on Between the blue and the gray And if you don't want my love Don't make me stay There's a battle going on Between the blue and gray And if you don't want my love Don't make me stay Take back your name Take back these wings Take my picture from the frame And put me back in the crowd Put the sun behind the cloud Put me back in the crowd Put me back in the crowd Put the sun behind the cloud Put me back in the crowd

I'm on a black elevator, goin' down Little Joe from Kokomo, it rattles to the ground The dice is laughin at the man that he throwed I'm rollin' over to the lowside of the road The moon is red and you're dancin' real slow 29 miles left to go The chain monkeys help you with your load You're rollin over to the lowside of the road Jezebel is naked with an axe The prosecution tells you to relax Your head feels like it's ready to explode You're rollin over, you're rollin over Well, the clapper has been ripped out of the bell The flapper has been kicked right out of hell When the horse whips the man that he rode You're rollin over to the lowside of the road The dog won't bite if you beat him with a bone She's so shy when she's talkin on the phone The round rises up and starts to groan You're rollin over to the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road To the lowside of the road

Well, the moon is broken, and the sky is cracked. Come on up to the house. The only things that you can see is all that you lack. Come on up to the house. All your cryin' don't do no good. Come on up to the house. Come down off the cross, we can use the wood. You gotta come on up to the house. Come on up to the house. Come on up to the house. The world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through. You got to come on up to the house. There's no light in the tunnel, no irons in the fire. Come on up to the house. And your singin' lead soprano in a junkman's choir. You got to come on up to the house. Doesn't life seem nasty, brutish, and short. Come on up to the house. The seas are stormy, and you can't find no port. Gotta come on up to the house, yeah. You gotta come on up to the house. Come on up to the house. The world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through. You got to come on up to the house, yeah. You gotta come on up to the house. Come on up to the house. The world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through. You got to come on up to the house. There's nothin' in the world that you can do. You gotta come on up to the house. And you've been whipped by the forces that are inside you. Gotta come on up to the house. Well, you're high on top of your mountain of woe. Gotta come on up to the house. Well, you know you should surrender, but you can't let it go. You gotta come on up to the house. Gotta come on up to the house. Gotta come on up to the house. The world is not my home, I'm just a passin' through. You gotta come on up to the house. Gotta come on up to the house. You gotta come on up to the house. (Oh yeah!)