Jan zingt zijn Waits

even voor de Wende

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 on 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 bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, 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'm stepping on the devil's tail

Across the stripes of a full moon's head

And through the bars of a Cuban jail

Bloody fingers on a purple knife

Flamingo drinking from a cocktail glass

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

Admire the view from up on top of the mast


Hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, your children are alone
I said hey little bird, fly away home

Your house is on fire, your children are alone

Hey little bird, fly away home

House is on fire, your children are alone

Yellow sheets on a Hong Kong bed

Stazybo horn and a Slingerland 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 on 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

Tom Waits Jockey Full Of Bourbon lyrics