"The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)" as written by and Tom Waits....
A cab combs the snake,
Tryin' to rake in that last night's fare,
And a solitary sailor
Who spends the facts of his life like small change on strangers

Paws his inside P-coat pocket for a welcome twenty-five cents,
And the last bent butt from a package of Kents,
As he dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair

Her rhinestone-studded moniker says, Irene
As she wipes the wisps of dishwater blonde from her eyes
And the Texaco beacon burns on,
The steel-belted attendant with a ring and valve special
Cryin' fill'er up and check that oil
You know it could be a distributor and it could be a coil

The early mornin' final edition's on the stands,
And that town cryer's cryin' there with nickels in his hands
Pigs in a blanket sixty-nine cents
Eggs, roll 'em over and a package of Kents
Adam and Eve on a log, you can sink 'em damn straight
Hash browns, hash browns, you know I can't be late

And the early dawn cracks out a carpet of diamonds
Across a cash crop car lot filled with twilight Coupe Devilles
Leaving the town in a-keeping
Of the one who is sweeping
Up the ghost of Saturday night


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"The Ghosts of Saturday Night (After Hours at Napoleone's Pizza House)" as written by Tom Waits

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    General Commentthis is a beautiful song. i'm surprised there arent more comments on tom waits songs. how disappointing.
    nightshaydeon June 14, 2003   Link
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    General Comment"He dreams of a waitress with Maxwell House eyes
    And marmalade thighs, with *scRaMBLed* yellow hair."

    If I had to choose one lyric which sums up the genius of Tom Waits, I often think this would have to be it.
    carpiion May 29, 2012   Link
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    General Commentit really is. he's the most interesting character in music history
    PiKueloon April 13, 2004   Link
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    General CommentMaxwell House eyes And marmalade thighs with scrambled yellow hair

    every time I see a woman who can fit this description this song pops into my head. Gives breakfast a new meaning too.
    christoson July 02, 2005   Link
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    General CommentTo me this is about the feeling after being out all night and still up at dawn, and if you were out all saturday night it works, because Sundays at dawn are really dead. The perfect song to end the night-owls' soundtrack.
    regbon October 06, 2006   Link

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