Jockey full of burbon

Edna Millon in a drop dead suit E7 Dutch pink in a downtown train Two dollar pistol, but the gun won't shoot am I'm in the corner in the pouring rain 16 men on a deadman's chest E7 And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest am I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up dm am Hey little bird, fly away home E7 am Your house is on fire; your children are alone dm am Hey little bird, fly away home E7 am Your house is on fire; your children are alone Schiffer broke a bottle on Morgans head And I've been stepping on the devils tail Across the stripes of a full moons 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 upon the top of the mast Chorus Yellow sheets in a Hong Kong bed Stayzbo horn and a Singerland slide To the carnival is what she said A hundred dollars makes it dark inside 16 men on a deadman's chest And I've been drinking from a broken cup Two pair of pants and a mohair vest I'm full of burbon; I can't stand up Morten Sickel Norwegian Radiation Protection Authority Dept. of environmental protection Morten.Sickel@nrpa.no