Jockey Full Of Bourbon

<br>Edna Million in a drop dead suit<br>Dutch pink on a downtown train<br>Two dollar pistol but the gun won`t shoot<br>I`m in the corner in the pouring rain<br>16 men on a deadman`s chest<br>And I`ve been drinking from a broken cup<br>2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest<br>I`m full of bourbon; I can`t stand up.<br>Chorus:<br>Hey little bird, fly away home<br>Your house is on the fire; your children all alone<br>Hey little bird, fly away home<br>Your house is on the fire; your children all alone<br>Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgan`s head<br>And I`ve been stepping on the devil`s tail<br>Across the stripes of a full moon`s head<br>Through the bars of a Cuban jail<br>Bloody fingers on a purple knife<br>A flamingo drinking from a coctail glass<br>I`m on the lawn with somebody else`s wife<br>Come admire the view from up on top of the mast<br>Chorus<br>Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed<br>Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride<br>To the carnival is what she said<br>A hundred dollars makes it dark inside