Berg Matraca Eat At Joe`s Lyrics

Eat At Joe`s Lyrics

I go to work from 10:30 until 6 a.m.

Raking up those dimes and quarters

Slinging eggs and ham

Scrambled, poached, or over easy

Coffee black and strong

Jukebox of scratchy records

I play 'em all night long



Eternal blue neon, we're never closed

When the world is asleep

Darling, come take a seat

You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's)



Here comes old Frank Taylor, smelling like old gin

Guess his wife couldn't get him sober

It's up to me again

Here's a hot top on your coffee

Honey, you're a mess

I ain't your wife, I ain't your momma

But I'll do, I guess



Eternal blue neon, we're never closed

When the world is asleep

Darling, come take a seat

You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's)



Hello, Prince Charming, where are you, dear?

When will you come in and order biscuits here?

Truck drivers, musicians with no place to go

I can be your domestic goddess

For an hour or so



Eternal blue neon, we're never closed

When the world is asleep

Darling, come take a seat

You can always eat at Joe's (eat at Joe's)