Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Telephone Call from Istanbul , by - Гарик Сукачёв. Release date: 31.12.1997
Song language: English
Telephone Call from Istanbul |
| All night long on the broken glass |
| Livin in a medicine chest |
| Mediteromanian hotel back |
| Sprawled across a roll top desk |
| The monkey rode the blade on an Overhead fan |
| They paint the donkey blue if you pay |
| I got a telephone call from Istanbul |
| My baby’s coming home today |
| Will you sell me one of those if I shave my head |
| Get me out of town is what fireball said |
| Never trust a man in a blue trench coat |
| Never drive a car when you’re dead |
| Saturday’s a festival |
| Friday’s a gem |
| Dye your hair yellow |
| And raise your hem |
| Follow me to beulah’s on Dry creek road |
| I got to wear the hat that my baby done sewed |
| Take me down to buy a tux |
| On red rose bear |
| Got to cut a hole in the day |
| I got a telephone call from Istanbul |
| My baby’s coming home today |