There's a bluebird in my  heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay in there, I'm not going

to let anybody see you.

There's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but i pour whiskey on him and inhale

cigarette smoke

and the whores and the bartenders

and the grocery clerks

never know that

he's in there.

 

There's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get  out

but I'm too tough for him,

I say, stay down, do you

want to mess me up?

You want to screw up the

works? You want to blow

my book sales in europe?

There's a bluebird in my heart that

wants to get out

but I'm too clever, I only let him out

at night sometimes

when everybody's asleep.

I say, I know that you're there,

so don't be

sad.

Then I put him back,

but he's singing a little

in there, I haven't quite let him

die

and we sleep together like 

that

with our

secret pact

and it's nice enough to

make a man

weep, but I don't

weep, do

you?