Jeffrey Forrester Tobin

Lyrics

THE DAY TOM WAITS DIED

Fish bones were wagglin’,
the sky dripped marmalade.
Cobblestones upon the street were dying for some shade.
A prancing pony in the yard didn’t have a head.
But none of us took notice, we were drinking in the shed.

We toasted to the Bone Machine and Goin’ Out West.
To the Brawlers, Bawlers, Bastards, and all the rest.
We hung our heads like raindrops when all hell broke loose.

The day Tom Waits died.
The day Tom Waits died.
Oooo, ooo, ooo

The sailor in the Hong Kong brothel feeling sick for home.
The lonely widow drinking diner coffee all alone.
The prison executioner worried ‘bout his soul.
The junkie on the corner waiting for a sap to roll.

Hey all you palookas way down on Fanning Street,
God’s away on business, so pour yourself a drink.
Cause the last rose of summer passed through the pearly gates.

The day Tom Waits died.
The day Tom Waits died.
Yes the day Tom Waits died.

Oooo, ooo, ooo