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 monair vest I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up. 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 a 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 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 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 in a Hong Kong bed Stazybo horn and a Singerland ride To 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 in the corner in the pouring rain 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