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 ex 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