"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 
I been drinking from the 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 alone 
Hey little bird, you fly away home 
Your house is on fire, your children alone 

Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan's head 
I'm stepping on the devil's tail 
Across the stripes of a full moon's head 
All through the bar's of a Cuban jail 
Bloody finger's on a purple knife 
Flamingo drinking from a [bad word] 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 alone 
Hey little bird, fly away home 
Your house is on fire, your children alone 

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed 
Stazybo horn and a slingerland ride 
To the carnival is what she said 
couple 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 in the corner on the pouring rain 

Hey little bird, fly away home 
Your house is on fire, your children alone 
Hey little bird, fly away home 
Your house is on fire, Children Alone 

Hey little bird, fly away home 
Your house is on fire, children alone 
Hey little bird, fly away home 
Your house is on fire, your children alone