Eat At Joe's Lyrics - Berg Matraca

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)