Written by Tom Waits



Mary's on the black top

There's a husband in

the dog house

In the middle of a shakedown

She got

quiet as a church mouose

She found Raleigh's on

the dashboard

Sugar daddy caught a polocar

Ain't no solitary

tap dance way down here

I swear I's riding

on a field mouse

we were dancin' in the slaughterhouse

If you swing along the beltway

then you skid along the all day

cause I went a little crazy

and I sat upon a high chair

And I'm smokin like a diesel

way out here

Blow wind blow - blow me away here -

blow wind blow (repeat)