Standard (EADGBE)

 Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,

 With yesterday's deliveries and the tickets for the bachelors

 She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes,

 But it's just an invitation to the blues

 And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth

 At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore

 You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle

 Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue

 She said "How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?",

 You say "Anyway's the only way", be careful not to gamble

 On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here

 In a tired bus station in an old pair of shoes

 This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues

 But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java,

 And it's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers

 Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't 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

 And an open invitation to the blues

 But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy,

 And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things

 He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't love her 'cept at night,

 And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared

 So they took the registration,

 And the car-keys and her shoes

 And left her with an invitation to the blues(...solo sax)

 'Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening

 You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while

 Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring,

 And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?

 Got a crazy sensation,

 Go or stay? now I gotta choose,

 And I'll accept your invitation to the blues