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 tryin' to make it rain again

Are you tryin' to make it rain again

Is it rainin’ just around your bend

Are you tryin' to 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 tryin' to make it rain again

Are you tryin' to make it rain again

Is it rainin’ just around your bend

Are you tryin' to 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 tom

Sun's comin' up you got your w