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 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 stepping on the devil s tail
Across the stripes of full moon s head
Through the bars of a Cuban jail
Bloody fingers on a purple knife
A flamingo drinking from a tail glass
I m on the lawn with someone else s wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
[Chorus]
Yellow sheets in Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride
To the carnival is what she said
A hundred dollars makes it dark inside.