Invitation to the Blues
Tom Waits Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Tom Waits's "Invitation to the Blues" is all about a waitress who is wearing an apron and is working in a diner. The description of the waitress is intriguing as it exaggerates her character, highlighting the level of her attractiveness and sensuality. Even though she appears to be single, she loves to mingle, and this attracts the attention of various men who come to the diner. Nevertheless, the song's narrator tries to pick up some clues about the waitress’s life and the type of man she is looking for. The melancholic tone of the song is brought out through Waits's soothing husky and somewhat gravelly voice, which complements the lyrics' sense of hopeless romanticism.


The second verse of the song portrays the waitress's tumultuous life while trying to make ends meet. Having gone through a difficult break-up with her sugar daddy, who used to provide her with all the finer things, she is virtually broke and destitute. Despite the hardships she is going through, she keeps striving to make her life better by remaining strong and continuing to work at the diner. The song provides an excellent commentary about the loneliness and seemingly hopelessness that the blue-collar life can bring.


Line by Line Meaning

Well she's up against the register with an apron and a spatula,
She's working hard at the diner, taking orders and cooking food


Yesterday's deliveries, tickets for the bachelors
She's managing the restaurant's inventory, preparing for upcoming events


She's a moving violation from her conk down to her shoes
She's attractive and charming, with a noticeable presence in the diner


Well, it's just an invitation to the blues
Her presence may be tempting, but it's leading to a depressing state of mind for the artist


And you feel just like Cagney, she looks like Rita Hayworth
He's taken by her beauty and compares himself to a famous actor, while likening her to a glamorous movie star


At the counter of the Schwab's drugstore
He pictures the diner as a classic, nostalgic setting


You wonder if she might be single, she's a loner and likes to mingle
He's curious about her relationship status, but knows she's social and enjoys interacting with customers


Got to be patient, try and pick up a clue
He needs to take his time and look for signs of mutual interest before making a move


She said How you gonna like 'em, over medium or scrambled?
She's taking his order for breakfast


You say 'anyway's the only way', be careful not to gamble
He doesn't have a particular preference and warns himself not to make a risky move


On a guy with a suitcase and a ticket getting out of here
He notices a man leaving the bus station, possibly wanting to escape this town


It's a tired bus station and an old pair of shoes
The bus station is run-down and the man seems hopeless


This ain't nothing but an invitation to the blues
The singer sees the man's situation as a sign of the dreary atmosphere prevalent in this town


But you can't take your eyes off her, get another cup of java
He's still captivated by the woman at the diner and orders another coffee


It's just the way she pours it for you, joking with the customers
He's mesmerized by the way she serves him, and admires her sense of humor


Mercy mercy, Mr. Percy, there ain't nothing back in Jersey
He hears a man talking about his lack of prospects in his hometown


But a broken-down jalopy of a man I left behind
He also reflects on his own troubled past and regrets


And the dream that I was chasing, and a battle with booze
He's dealing with personal demons that stand in the way of his aspirations


And an open invitation to the blues
He's aware of the uninviting and melancholic nature of his current situation


But she used to have a sugar daddy and a candy-apple Caddy
He imagines her past life as a privileged young woman, with a wealthy partner and a flashy car


And a bank account and everything, accustomed to the finer things
She enjoyed a luxurious lifestyle and had access to resources


He probably left her for a socialite, and he didn't 'cept at night
Her previous lover was unfaithful to her, and only cared about their physical relationship


And then he's drunk and never even told her that he cared
He was an alcoholic and never expressed his true emotions to her


So they took the registration, and the car-keys and her shoes
She lost everything after their separation, including her car and possessions


And left her with an invitation to the blues
She's now in a similar state of depression and hopelessness as the singer


Cause there's a Continental Trailways leaving local bus tonight, good evening
He hears an announcement for a departing bus, signaling an opportunity to leave


You can have my seat, I'm sticking round here for a while
He's not ready to leave yet, and offers his seat to someone else


Get me a room at the Squire, the filling station's hiring
He's ready to settle down and find work in this town


And I can eat here every night, what the hell have I got to lose?
He's content with the diner and sees no point in moving on at this moment


Got a crazy sensation, go or stay? now I gotta choose
He's conflicted about his decision, acknowledging the unpredictable nature of his emotions


And I'll accept your invitation to the blues
He decides to embrace the melancholy and desolate atmosphere of the town and accept his fate




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Written by: TOM WAITS

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James Piteo

It's 12:38 am and I'm sitting here with a bourbon and this sounds as good as it did when I first heard it in 1979 or so!

Ben Zoet

I turned 8 the day this album came out, in 1976. My father bought the album and played it for me not long after. It was amazing then, and it still is.

Greg Ruland

I'll see your 12:38 a.m. and glass of bourbon with 3:30 a.m. and a cup of joe - 1979 sounds about right - much love and respect

James Gibson

So I guess you could say ..I accepted his invitation to the blues ...

James Gibson

Was probly 1981 for me..Tucson AZ ... my girl at the time was working at a strip club ..a coworker of hers had an old man name of reno ..he was hells angel and a tattoo artist ... one night he says ...ya gotta hear Tom waits .I.. I've been listening ever since

Kathryn Goulden

Bourbon taste just as good? After all these years I know it tastes better!

Daniel Pitman

Recieved, lost and sent again and again. Growing up doesn't stop, life is an open invitation.. and some times songs are a timeless portrait.

Joe Horizon

Heard this when I was 17. Game over. Bought everything up until this one and every album since. Saw him live twice.

hope love

Only one in Tulsa ok and it was changed my life

sean bottrill

Saw him in London, Hammersmith Odeon. Sheer genius, simplest and best set I've seen. Spellbinding!

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