The One That Got Away Lyrics

Song	The One That Got Away
Artist	Tom Waits
Album	Live in Concert (1977)
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	The gigolo's jumpin salty
	Ain't no trade out on the streets
	Half past the unlucky
	And the hawk's a front-row seat
	Dressed in full orchestration
	Stage door Johnny’s got to pay
	And sent him home
	Talking bout the one that got away
	Could’ve been on easy street
	Could’ve been a wheel
	With irons in the fire
	And all them business deals
	But the last of the big-time losers
	Shouted before he drove away
	I'll be right back as soon as I crack
	The one that got away
	The ambulance drivers, they don't give a shit
	They just want to get off work
	And the short stop and the victim
	Have already gone berserk
	And the shroud-tailor measures him
	For a deep-six holiday
	The stiff is froze, the case is closed
	On the one that got away
	Jim Crow's directing traffic
	With them cemetery blues
	With them peculiar looking trousers
	Them old Italian shoes
	The wooden kimona was all ready
	To drop in San Francisco Bay
	But he's mumbling something
	All about the one that got away
	Costello was the champion
	At the St. Moritz Hotel
	And the best this side of Fairfax
	Reliable sources tell
	But his reputation is at large
	And he's at Ben Frank's every day
	Waiting for the one that got away
	He's got a snake skin sportshirt,
	And he looks like Vincent Price
	With a little piece of chicken
	And he's carving off a slice
	But someone tipped her off
	She'll be doing a Houdini now, any day
	She shook his hustle
	And a Greyhound bus'll
	Take the one that got away
	Andre is at the piano
	Behind the Ivar in the sewers
	With a buck a shot for pop tunes
	And a fin for guided tours
	He could’ve been in Casablanca
	He stood in line out there all day
	But now he's spilling whiskey
	And learning songs about a one that got away
	Well I've lost my equilibrium
	My car keys and my pride
	Tattoo parlour's warm
	And so I huddle there inside
	And the grinding of the buzz saw
	Whatchuwanthathingtosay
	Just don't misspell her name
	Buddy, she's the one that got away

	The gigolo' s jumpin salty
	Ain' t no trade out on the streets
	Half past the unlucky
	And the hawk' s a frontrow seat
	Dressed in full orchestration
	Stage door Johnny' s got to pay
	And sent him home
	Talking bout the one that got away
	Could' ve been on easy street
	Could' ve been a wheel
	With irons in the fire
	And all them business deals
	But the last of the bigtime losers
	Shouted before he drove away
	I' ll be right back as soon as I crack
	The one that got away
	The ambulance drivers, they don' t give a shit
	They just want to get off work
	And the short stop and the victim
	Have already gone berserk
	And the shroudtailor measures him
	For a deepsix holiday
	The stiff is froze, the case is closed
	On the one that got away
	Jim Crow' s directing traffic
	With them cemetery blues
	With them peculiar looking trousers
	Them old Italian shoes
	The wooden kimona was all ready
	To drop in San Francisco Bay
	But he' s mumbling something
	All about the one that got away
	Costello was the champion
	At the St. Moritz Hotel
	And the best this side of Fairfax
	Reliable sources tell
	But his reputation is at large
	And he' s at Ben Frank' s every day
	Waiting for the one that got away
	He' s got a snake skin sportshirt,
	And he looks like Vincent Price
	With a little piece of chicken
	And he' s carving off a slice
	But someone tipped her off
	She' ll be doing a Houdini now, any day
	She shook his hustle
	And a Greyhound bus' ll
	Take the one that got away
	Andre is at the piano
	Behind the Ivar in the sewers
	With a buck a shot for pop tunes
	And a fin for guided tours
	He could' ve been in Casablanca
	He stood in line out there all day
	But now he' s spilling whiskey
	And learning songs about a one that got away
	Well I' ve lost my equilibrium
	My car keys and my pride
	Tattoo parlour' s warm
	And so I huddle there inside
	And the grinding of the buzz saw
	Whatchuwanthathingtosay
	Just don' t misspell her name
	Buddy, she' s the one that got away

	The gigolo' s jumpin salty
	Ain' t no trade out on the streets
	Half past the unlucky
	And the hawk' s a frontrow seat
	Dressed in full orchestration
	Stage door Johnny' s got to pay
	And sent him home
	Talking bout the one that got away
	Could' ve been on easy street
	Could' ve been a wheel
	With irons in the fire
	And all them business deals
	But the last of the bigtime losers
	Shouted before he drove away
	I' ll be right back as soon as I crack
	The one that got away
	The ambulance drivers, they don' t give a shit
	They just want to get off work
	And the short stop and the victim
	Have already gone berserk
	And the shroudtailor measures him
	For a deepsix holiday
	The stiff is froze, the case is closed
	On the one that got away
	Jim Crow' s directing traffic
	With them cemetery blues
	With them peculiar looking trousers
	Them old Italian shoes
	The wooden kimona was all ready
	To drop in San Francisco Bay
	But he' s mumbling something
	All about the one that got away
	Costello was the champion
	At the St. Moritz Hotel
	And the best this side of Fairfax
	Reliable sources tell
	But his reputation is at large
	And he' s at Ben Frank' s every day
	Waiting for the one that got away
	He' s got a snake skin sportshirt,
	And he looks like Vincent Price
	With a little piece of chicken
	And he' s carving off a slice
	But someone tipped her off
	She' ll be doing a Houdini now, any day
	She shook his hustle
	And a Greyhound bus' ll
	Take the one that got away
	Andre is at the piano
	Behind the Ivar in the sewers
	With a buck a shot for pop tunes
	And a fin for guided tours
	He could' ve been in Casablanca
	He stood in line out there all day
	But now he' s spilling whiskey
	And learning songs about a one that got away
	Well I' ve lost my equilibrium
	My car keys and my pride
	Tattoo parlour' s warm
	And so I huddle there inside
	And the grinding of the buzz saw
	Whatchuwanthathingtosay
	Just don' t misspell her name
	Buddy, she' s the one that got away

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