Tom Waits Eggs and Sausage

You know there were nighthawks at the diner A little joint called Emma s 49er With a rendezvous of strangers around the coffee urn tonight And all the gypsy hacks and now the insomniacs And the paper s been read As the waitress said Eggs and sausage and a side of toast Coffee and a roll and a hash browns over easy And some chile in a bowl with burgers and fries Now what kind of pie Now you see in this graveyard charade Well it was kinda of a late shift masquerade