Waitin' For Waits

Waiting for Waits I think his music's great His stories are true And pure as pure can be, I tell ya Always in style He'll melt you with his smile I'm waitin' for Waits Waitin' for Waits Waitin' for Waits The piano has been drinking I heard Tom Waits singing Yes, (?) the piano's drunk, not me He's a killer Sure loves to swing The truth flows when he swings So don't hesitate Never be late Listen to Waits Godfather, tell us how you feel (Scat sings) Hey, Tom Waits Won't you come in and sing your song for me We'll find you Straight to the top of the piano, wait and see Oh, Tom Waits You're just the thing, a boppin' cat like me The piano has been drinking I heard Tom Waits singing Yeah, (?) the piano's drunk, not me He's a thriller Sure loves to swing The truth flows when he'll sing So don't hesitate Listen to Waits Mister Tom Waits So listen to Waits Listen to Tom Mister Tom Waits You better come soon Eddie Jefferson's waited too long Where's Tom Waits, man? TW: "Oh, Eddie baby, I'm sorry, man, I'm deeply apologetic, man. I tried to make the gig, man, But I ended up on the corner of Heartattack and Vine, man, With this little bitch named Lola, see. We was drinkin' some green Chartreuse in a (?) little joint called Dupree's Paradise. Had a couple of Highballs, see man. Ended up at a little rib joint for some barbecue, man. I'm sorry, I lost track of time. I mean, I'm sorry I missed the gig, man... "