| Song | Eggs And Sausage |
| Artist | Tom Waits |
| Album | Tales From The Underground 4 |
| Nighthawks at the diner of Emma's Forty-Niner | |
| There's a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight | |
| All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs | |
| Now the paper's been read, now the waitress said | |
| 'Eggs and sausage and a side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| What kind of pie? Yeah...' | |
| It's a graveyard charade, it's a late shift masquerade | |
| And it's two for a quarter, dime for a dance | |
| Woolworth's rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance | |
| Now the register rings, now the waitress sings | |
| Eggs and sausage and a side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| What kind of pie? Yeah | |
| Now well, the classified section offers no direction | |
| It's a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud | |
| Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory | |
| I've been eighty-sixed from your scheme | |
| Now I'm in a melodramatic nocturnal scene | |
| Now I'm a refugee from a disconcerted affair | |
| Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls | |
| 'Eggs and sausage, another side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| Now what kind of pie?' | |
| À la mode if you will | |
| Just come in and join the crowd | |
| Had some time to kill, yeah | |
| You see, I just come in to join the crowd | |
| Had some time to kill | |
| Just come in to join the crowd | |
| Cause I had some time to kill |
| Nighthawks at the diner of Emma' s FortyNiner | |
| There' s a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight | |
| All the gypsy hacks and the insomniacs | |
| Now the paper' s been read, now the waitress said | |
| ' Eggs and sausage and a side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| What kind of pie? Yeah...' | |
| It' s a graveyard charade, it' s a late shift masquerade | |
| And it' s two for a quarter, dime for a dance | |
| Woolworth' s rhinestone diamond earrings and a sideways glance | |
| Now the register rings, now the waitress sings | |
| Eggs and sausage and a side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| What kind of pie? Yeah | |
| Now well, the classified section offers no direction | |
| It' s a cold caffeine in a nicotine cloud | |
| Now the touch of your fingers lingers burning in my memory | |
| I' ve been eightysixed from your scheme | |
| Now I' m in a melodramatic nocturnal scene | |
| Now I' m a refugee from a disconcerted affair | |
| Now the lead pipe morning falls, now the waitress calls | |
| ' Eggs and sausage, another side of toast | |
| Coffee and a roll, hash browns over easy | |
| Chile in a bowl with burgers and fries | |
| Now what kind of pie?' | |
| À la mode if you will | |
| Just come in and join the crowd | |
| Had some time to kill, yeah | |
| You see, I just come in to join the crowd | |
| Had some time to kill | |
| Just come in to join the crowd | |
| Cause I had some time to kill |