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 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.
 Hey little bird, fly away home
 Your house is on the fire; your children all alone
 Hey little bird, fly away home
 Your house is on the fire; your children all 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 coctail glass
 I'm on the lawn with somebody else's wife
 Come admire the view from up on top of the mast
 Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed
 Stazybo horn and a Slingerland ride
 To the carnival is what she said
 A hundred dollars makes it dark inside