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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 railways 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