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
And 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 are alone
Hey little bird, you 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 a full moon's head
All through the bar's of a Cuban jail
Bloody finger's on a broken knife
Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass
I'm on the lawn with someone else's wife
Come admire the view from the top of the mast
I said, "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 are your children are-
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 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
Sixteen men on a dead man's chest
And 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 can't stand
I'm full of bourbon and I can't stand can't stand
I'm full of bourbon and I can't
... stand... UP!