Em
Edna Million in a drop dead suit
                B7
Dutch pink on a downtown train

Two dollar pistol but the gun won't shoot
                         Em
I'm in the corner in the pouring rain

16 men on a deadman's chest
                            B7
And I've been drinking from a broken cup

2 pairs of pants and a mohair vest
                        Em
I'm full of bourbon; I can't stand up.

[Chorus:]
Am              Em
Hey little bird, fly away home
          B7                  Em
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.