Tom Waits

      I'll Stay With
You, Baby, Till The
    Money Runs Out

By EUGENE BOWLER

Foreign Affairs Writer

check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, splashin bagdad on the hudson in panther martins eyes, hes high and outside, wearin candy apple red, scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head, with a pint of green chartreuse, aint nothin seems right, you buy the sssunday paper on a saturday night.

cant you hear the thunder, someone stole my watch, i sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch, someone tell those chinamen on telegraph canyon road, when youre on the bill with the spoon, there aint no time to unload, so bye bye baby, baby bye bye.

droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the prado, were laughin as they piled into olmos eldorado, jesus whispered eni meany miney moe, theyre too proud to duck their heads, thats why they bring it down so low, so bye bye baby, baby bye bye.

the pointed man is smack dab in the middle of july, swingin from the rafters in his brand new tie, he said, i can't go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout, but ill stay wichew baby, till the money runs out, so bye bye baby, baby bye bye.

RUBY'S ARMS

By WALTER CRAM

Los Angeles Staffwriter

BOSTON—i will leave behind all of my clothes, i wore when i was with you, all i needs my railroad boots and my leather jacket, as i say goodbye to rubys arms, although my heart is breaking, i will steal away out through your blinds, for soon you will be waking.

the morning light has washed your face, and everything is turning blue now, hold on to your pillow case, theres nothing i can do now, as i say goodbye to rubys arms, youll find another soldier, and i swear to god by christmas time, therell be someone else to hold you.

the only thing im taking is the scarf off of your clothesline, ill hurry past your chest of drawers and your broken wind chimes, as i say goodbye, i say goodbye, i say goodbye to rubys arms.

i will feel my way down the darkened hall, and out into the morning, the hobos at the freight yards have kept their fires burning, so jesus christ, this goddamn rain, will someone put me on a train, ill never kiss your lips again, or break your heart, as i say goodbye, i say goodbye, i say goodbye to ruby's arms.

DOWNTOWN

By AH FONG

From Associated Press

LITTLE TOKYO—red pants and the sugarman in the temple street gloom, drinkin chevis regal in a four dollar room, just another dead soldier in a powder blue night, sugarman says baby, everythins alright,
goin downtown down downtown.

montclaire de havelin doin the st. vitus dance, lookin for someone to chop the lumber in his pants, how am i gonna unload all of this ice and all this mink, all the traffic in the street, but its so hard to think, goin' down town down downtown.

frankies wearin lipstick pierre cardin, i swear to god i seen him holdin hands with jimmy bond, sallys high on crank and hungry for some sweets, shes fem in the sheets but shes butch in the streets goin' down-

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On The Nickle

By CLANCY CHURCH

Telegraph Staff Writer

LOS ANGELES—sticks and stones will break my bones, but i always will be true, and when your mama is dead and gone, ill sing this lulabuye just for you, and what becomes of all the little boys, who never comb their hair, theyre lined up all around the block, on the nickle over there.

so you better bring a bucket, there is a hole in the pail, and if you dont get my letter, then youll know that im in jail, and what becomes of all the little boys, who never say their prayers, theyre sleepin like a baby, on the nickle over there.

and if you chew tobacco, and wish upon a star, well youll find out where the scarecrows sit, just like punch lines between the cars, and i know a place where a royal flush can never beat a pair, and even thomas jefferson, is on the nickle over there.

so ring around the rosie, youre sleepin in the rain, and youre always late for supper, and man you let me down again, i thought i heard a mockingbird, roosevelt knows where, you can skip the light, with grady tuck, on the nickle over there.

so what becomes of all the little boys, who run away from home, well the world just keeps gettin bigger once you get out on your own, so heres to all the little boys, the sandman takes you where, youre sleepin' with a pillow man, on the nickle over there.

so climb up through that button hole and fall right up the stairs, and ill show you where the short dogs grow, on the nickle, over there.

Heartattack And Vine

By TRAGIC O'HARA

Star of the Moment Writer

HOLLYWOOD—liar, liar, with your pants on fire, white spades hangin on the telephone wire, gamblers re-evaluate along the dotted line, youll never recognize yourself on heartattack and vine.

MR. SEIGAL

By BELMONT RIVERA

Legal Affairs Writer

LAS VEGAS—i spent all my money in a mexican whorehouse, across the street from a catholic church, and then i wiped off my revolver, and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt.

i shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on, i told the sun hed better go back down, and if i can find a book of matches, im goin to burn this hotel down.

you got to tell me mr. seigle, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves his porchlight on.

well i dropped thirty grand on the nugget slots, i had to sell my ass on fremont street, and the drummer said theres sanctuary, over at the bagdad room, and now its one for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and go man go, i said tell me mr. seigle, how do i get out of here.

well willards knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets, he said man you ought to see her when her parents are gone, man you ought to hear her when the sirens on.

you got to tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the defil leaves the porchlight on.

dont you know that aint no broken bottle, that i picked up in my headlights, on the other side of the nevada line, where they live hard die young, and have a good lookin corpse every time.

well you know, the pitboss said i should keep movin, this is where you go when you die, so i shot a black beauty, and i kissed her right between the eyes.

oh, well willards knocked out on a bottle of heat, drivin dangerous curves across the dirty sheets, he said when the bitch is wound up, and her parents are gone, man you ought to hear her with the siren on.

i said tell me brave captain, why are the wicked so strong, how do the angels get to sleep, when the devil leaves his porchlight on.

i spent all my money now, in a mexican whorehouse, across the street from a catholic church, and then i wiped off my revolver, and i buttoned up my burgundy shirt.

i shot the morning in the back, with my red wings on, i told the sun he'd better go back down, and if i can find a book of matches, im goin to burn this hotel down.

well its one for the money, two for the show, i said three to get ready, and go man go, i said tell me mister seigal, how do i get out of here.

doctor, lawyer, beggar man, thief, philly joe remarkable looks on in disbelief, if you want a taste of madness, youll have to wait in line, youll probably see someone you know on heartattack and vine.

boneys high on china white, shorty found a punk, dont you know there aint no devil, theres just god when hes drunk, well, this stuff will probably kill you, lets do another line, what you say you meet me down on heartattack and vine.

better off in iowa against your scrambled eggs, that crawlin down cahuenga on a broken pair of leggs, youll find your ignorance is blistfull every goddamn time, your waitin for the rtd on heartattack and vine.

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Jersey Girl

By CHARLES SLATER

Daily Staff Writer

NEW YORK—got no time for the corner boys, down in the st. makin all that noise, dont want no whores on eightthavenue, cause tonight im gonna be with you.

cause tonight im gonna take that ride, across the river to the jersey side, take my baby to the carnival, and ill take you on all the rides, sing sha la la la la la sha la al la.

down the shore everythings alright, you with your baby on a sat. night, dont you know that all my dreams come true, when im walkin down the street with you, sing sha la la la la la sha la la al.

you know she thrills me with all her charms, when im wrapped up in my babys arms, my little angle gives me everything, i know someday that shell wear my ring.

so dont bother me cause i got no time, im on my way to see that girl of mine, nothin else matters in this whole wide world, when your in love with a jersey girl, sing sha la la la la la sha la la la, sha la la la, im in love with a jersey girl.