Eggs And Sausage (In A Cadillac With Susan Michelson) - Tom Waits

Nighthawks at the diner, Emma’s 49er

There’s a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight

All the gypsy hacks, the insomniacs

Now the paper’s been read

Now the waitress said

«Eggs and sausage and a side of toast

Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy

Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries, what kind of pie?»

In a graveyard charade, a late shift masquerade

And it’s two for a quarter, dime for a dance

With Woolworth Rhinestone diamond earrings

And a sideway’s glance and now the register rings

Now the waitress sings

«Eggs and sausage and a side of toast

Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy

Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries, what kind of pie?»

Now, the classified section offers no direction

It’s a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud

As the touch of your fingers

Lingers burning in my memory

I’ve been 86ed from your scheme

Now I’m in a melodramatic nocturnal scene

Now I’m a refugee from a disconcerted affair

Now I lead pipe morning falls

Now the waitress calls

«Eggs and sausage and a side of toast

Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy

Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries, now what kind of pie?»