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 cocktail 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.