He's got the hands of a blind piano player He's got a feel for the dark like a soothsayer He takes a little bow and tips his fedora Shouts like he's gonna save Sodom and Gomorrah
Workin' for the circus X railroad bum Carnival barker for kingdom dot come Dusty ol' Gibson opposable thumb Bangs out the rhythm on a 50-gallon drum
Don't wait for Tom Tom's long gone He's already moved on Don't wait for Tom I saw an ol' '55 Buick Just before dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom The sun's comin' up You got your wipers on
Are you tryna make it rain again? Are you tryna make it rain again? Is it rainin' just around your bend? Are you tryna make it rain again?
Sittin' in a corner with his pet muskrat Tossin' his cards into an old man's hat He grins at the girls and they always grin back He bets an old waltz he could get 'em in the sack
He makes his own music from the bell of a 'bone A waitress's falsie and a railroad phone Bobs on his knees to an old tarantella South of the border he stole it from a fella
Don't wait for Tom Tom's long gone He's already moved on Don't wait for Tom I saw an ol' '55 Buick Just before dawn I said, Hey, hey Tom The sun's comin' up You got your wipers on
Are you tryna make it rain again? Are you tryna make it rain again? Is it rainin' just around your bend? Are you tryna make it rain again?
His triple-jointed juke fingers splay like a scarecrow He kneels down and whistles to a fallen sparrow His eyes light up when they wheel in a piano He reads a dirty joke out of an old Baptist hymnal
He wears a tuxedo made of sackcloth and ashes Has a tattoo of a girl who can bat her eyelashes Down on the river he was fishin' with a sword He knocked off John the Baptist for a word from the Lord
He takes his coffee with the blood of a turnip Blushes his cheeks with an Amsterdam tulip Choppin' up a rooster for a pullet surprise If the gravy don't getcha he'll getcha with his eyes
Don't wait
Hey Tom
The sun's comin' up You got your wipers on Don't wait for Tom The sun's comin' up You got your wipers on
Hey Tom Ohoh,Tom
~the end~
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