Well she`s up against the register with an apron and a spatula, Yesterday`s deliveries, tickets for the bachelors She`s a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes, Well, 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 It`s a tired bus station and 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, 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 the dream that I was chasing, and 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 `cept at night, And then he`s drunk and never even told her that her cared So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes And left her with an invitation to the blues `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