thereâs a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but Iâm too tough for him, I say, stay in there, Iâm not going to let anybody see you. thereâs 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 heâs in there. thereâs a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but Iâm 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? thereâs a bluebird in my heart that wants to get out but Iâm too clever, I only let him out at night sometimes when everybodyâs asleep. I say, I know that youâre there, so donât be sad. then I put him back, but heâs singing a little in there, I havenât quite let him die and we sleep together like that with our secret pact and itâs nice enough to make a man weep, but I donât weep, do you?
