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 in the pouring rain
16 men on a deadman`s chest
And I`ve been drinking from a broken cup
2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
I`m full of bourbon; I can`t stand up.
Chorus:
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
Hey little bird, fly away home
Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
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
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass
I`m on the lawn with somebody else`s wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
Chorus
Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside
