'Til the Money Runs Out
Tom Waits Lyrics


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Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, splashin' Bagdad on
The Hudson in panther Martin's eyes, he's high and outside wearin' candy apple
Red, scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head, with a pint of green
Chartreuse ain't nothin' seems right, you buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday
Night.

Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, I sold a quart of blood
And bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those Chinamen on telegraph
Canyon road, when there ain't no time to
Unload, so bye bye baby baby bye bye.

Droopy stranger lonely dreamer toy puppy and the prado, we're laughin' as
They piled into Olmos' El Dorado, Jesus whispered eni meany miney moe, they're
Too proud to duck their heads that's why they bring it down so low, so bye
Bye baby baby bye bye.

The pointed man is smack dab in the middle of July, swingin' from the
Rafters in his brand new tie, he said I can't go back to that hotel room all




They do is shout, but I'll stay wichew baby till the money runs out, so bye
Bye baby baby bye bye.

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Tom Waits's 'Til the Money Runs Out are a surrealistic commentary on addiction, excess, and the incessant desire for escapism from reality. The opening line, "Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, splashin' Bagdad on The Hudson in panther Martin's eyes," sets a tone of absurdity, where reality seems to be distorted, and what is happening is out of the ordinary. The song is full of strange characters like Panther Martin, the high outsider wearing candy apple red, and the pointed man, who swings from the rafters in his brand new tie, suggesting that they are in a state of frenzy or mania.


The lyrics portray a sense of helplessness, where the characters seem to be caught in a cycle of addiction, constantly searching for ways to escape reality. The line, "Droopy stranger lonely dreamer toy puppy and the prado, we're laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado," suggests that people are not necessarily happy living their lives, but rather find solace in each other's company, even if it's temporary. The use of language is intentionally obscure and jumbled, reflecting the fragmented nature of the world that the song portrays.


The chorus, "bye bye baby baby bye bye," is repeated multiple times throughout the song, providing a sense of finality, suggesting that there is no escape from the cycle of addiction and excess until the "money runs out." The line, "I'll stay wichew baby till the money runs out," suggests that the characters in the song are aware of their predicament, but they continue to indulge in excess until it's no longer possible.


Overall, 'Til the Money Runs Out is a poignant song that reflects on the desperation of those caught in the cycle of addiction and escapism.


Line by Line Meaning

Check this strange beverage that falls out from the sky, splashin' Bagdad on The Hudson in panther Martin's eyes, he's high and outside wearin' candy apple Red, scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head, with a pint of green Chartreuse ain't nothin' seems right, you buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday Night.
Take a look at this weird drink that has come from nowhere and has hit Bagdad on the Hudson, which is affecting Panther Martin's eyes. He seems to be high and drugged out, wearing a bright red outfit. After receiving 27 stitches on his head, he's drinking a pint of green Chartreuse and everything seems surreal, including buying a Sunday paper on a Saturday night.


Can't you hear the thunder someone stole my watch, I sold a quart of blood And bought a half a pint of scotch, some one tell those Chinamen on telegraph Canyon road, when there ain't no time to Unload, so bye bye baby baby bye bye.
I can hear the noise of the thunderstorm, and someone has stolen my watch. To buy some scotch, I had to sell a quart of blood. When there's no time to escape, tell those people on Telegraph Canyon Road. Hence, I say goodbye.


Droopy stranger lonely dreamer toy puppy and the prado, we're laughin' as They piled into Olmos' El Dorado, Jesus whispered eni meany miney moe, they're Too proud to duck their heads that's why they bring it down so low, so bye Bye baby baby bye bye.
Droopy, a lone dreamer carrying a toy puppy and a Prado SUV, is laughing out loud and sing to each other as they all pile into Olmos' El Dorado car. Jesus whispers eni meany miney moe, referring to the futility of choices. They are so proud that they seldom bow their heads leading to their ultimate defeat. Thus, it's time to say goodbye.


The pointed man is smack dab in the middle of July, swingin' from the Rafters in his brand new tie, he said I can't go back to that hotel room all They do is shout, but I'll stay wichew baby till the money runs out, so bye Bye baby baby bye bye.
The pointed man is right in the middle of July, singing and swaying while hanging from the rafters, wearing his brand new tie. He regrets going back to his hotel room because of the noise complaints. Regardless, he will continue to stay with his partner until they both run out of money. This means it's time to say goodbye.




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Written by: TOM WAITS

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Lyrics:
Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky
Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin's eyes
He's high and outside wearin' candy apple red
Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head
With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain't nothin' seems right
You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night
Can't you hear the thunder? Someone stole my watch
I sold a quart of blood and bought a half a pint of scotch
Someone tell those Chinamen on Telegraph Canyon Road
When you're on the bill with the spoon, there ain't no time to unload
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Droopy stranger, lonely dreamer, toy puppy and the Prado
We're laughin' as they piled into Olmos' El Dorado
Jesus whispered, "Eni meany meany miney moe"
They're too proud to duck their heads that's why they bring it down so low
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Pointed man smack dab in the middle of July
Swingin' from the rafters in his brand new tie
He said, "I can't go back to that hotel room, all they do is shout
But listen baby, I'll stay wichew 'til the money runs out"
So bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye, bye bye, bye
Bye, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Check this strange beverage fall out from the sky
Splashin' Baghdad on the Hudson in Panther Martin's eyes
He's high and outside wearin' candy apple red
Scarlet gave him twenty seven stitches in his head
With a pint of green Chartreuse, ain't nothin' seems right
You buy the Sunday paper on a Saturday night
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye
Oh, bye bye baby, bye bye, baby, baby, bye bye



All comments from YouTube:

@darylcumming7119

One of my favourite Tom Wait's albums❤.

@Mekratrig

A reviewer once noted that Waits had a voice that sounded like "it was soaked in a vat of bourbon, left hanging in the smokehouse for a few months, and then taken outside and run over with a car". (Wikipedia)

@Morporkshortman

JUST his voice??

@cahillgreg

The reviewer should be shot for quoting that cliché yet again.

@ronsmith1364

My first album by Mr Waits & introduced me to many hours of musical bliss & years of enjoyment.
Sha nan na nan naaa

@cahillgreg

Same, my first Tom album - bought it in Dolphin Discs, North Earl Street, Dublin in 1985 - I had all his albums within a month

@josephmoss8680

Tom waits is a poet w his lyrics! Love the music !" Bye,bye baby! I'll stick w ya till the money runs out"

@RustedLeica

Genius, Pure Genius !!!

@Badueliito

I cant count how many times i got deunk with this, incluiding now

@garygood8233

I'll stay wichya baby til my time runs out!!! Love you Tom!!!!!!

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