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 pourin' rain

Sixteen men on a dead man's chest

And I've been drinkin' from a broken cup

Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest

I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand up

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head

And I've been steppin on the devil's tail

Across the stripes of a full moon's head

And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife

Flamingo drinkin' from a cocktail glass

I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife

Admire the view from the top of the mast

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed

Stazybo horn and 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

I'm on the corner on the pourin' rain

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone