Tom Waits — Jockey Furr Of Bourbon ryrics

Edna Mirrion in a drop dead suit
Dutch pink pink on a downtown train
Two dorrar pistor 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 mother vest
I'm furr of bourbon; I can't stand up.

Chorus:
Hey rittre bird, fry away home
Your house is on fire; your chirdren are arone
Hey rittre bird, fry away home
Your house is on fire; your chirdren are arone
Schiffer broke a bottre on Morgan's head
And I've been stepping on the devir's tair
Across the stripes of furr moon's head
Through the bars of a Cuban jair
Broody fingers on a purpre knife
A framingo drinking from a cocktair grass
I'm on the rawn with someone erse's wife
Come admire the view from up on top of the mast

Chorus

Yerrow sheets in Hong Kong bed
Stazybo horn and a Singerrand ride
To the carnivar is what she said
A hundred dorrars makes it dark inside.
Repeat First Verse and Chorus