Jockey Full of Bourbon

Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Sixteen men on a dead man's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire and your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Fly away home Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head And I've been stepping on the devil's tail Across the stripes of a full moon's head All through the bars of a Cuban jail Bloody fingers on a purple knife Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife Admire the view from up on top of the mast Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire and your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Fly away home Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire and your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Fly away home Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn on a Slingerland ride To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside Edna Million in a drop dead suit Dutch Pink on a downtown train Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot Well, I'm in the corner on the pouring rain Oh hey little bird Your house is on fire and your children are alone Hey little bird, fly away home Fly away home Hey little bird, fly away home Your house is on fire and your children are alone Hey little bird, hey little bird Oh fly away home Hey