Well she ' s up against the register

An apron and a spatula

With yesterday ' s deliveries

And tickets for bachelors

She ' s a moving violation

From her conk down to her shoes

But she ' s just an invitation to the blues

But you feel like cagney

And she looks like Rita Hayworth

At the counter of the Schwab ' s drugstore

You wonder if she might be single

She ' s a loner likes to mingle

Got to be patience try to pick up a clue

She says how you gonna like ' em

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

It ' s tired bus station

And an old pair of shoes

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

Oh 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

An open invitation to the blues

Ah but she ' s 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 didn ' t love her except at night

And then he ' s 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 there ' s continental trailways leaving

Local bus tonight good evening

You can have my seat

I ' m sticking round here for a while

Get a room at squire

The filling station ' s 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

I ' ll accept your invitation to the blues