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 goingto 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 dieand we sleep together like that with our secret pact

and it's nice enough to make a manweep,

but I don't weep, do you?