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 in a dead man's chest

And I've been drinking from a broken cup

Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest

I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up

Hey little

Hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, children are alone

Ship broke a bottle on the Morgues Head

And I've been stepping on a devil's tail

Across the stripes of a full moon's head

Through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a broken knife

Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass

I'm on the low with someone else's wife

Come admire the view on top of the mast

I said, hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, children are a-, children are a-

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed

Slay my stone and I sling and ride

"Thru' the carnival" is what she said

A 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 on the corner on the pouring rain

Sixteen men in a dead man's chest

And I've been drinking from a broken cup

Two pairs of pants and a mohair vest

I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand, can't stand

I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand, can't stand

I'm full of bourbon, I can't stand up