There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out But I'm too tough I say stay in there I'm not going to let anybody see
There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out But I pour whiskey I take a cigarette So the whores The bartenders The Grocery Clerks Never know that he Is in there
There's a bluebird in my heart That wants to get out But I'm too tough I say stay down Do you wanna mess me up? Do you wanna screw All of my works?
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 sleeps
I say, I know that you're there Don't be so sad, that' what I said Then I put him back But he's always singing I don't let him die And we sleep together Like that with our secret pact
Is nice enough to Make a man weep but I don't weep Do you?
There's a bluebird Messing with my heart What should I do With this little bird?
There's a bluebird Messing with my heart What could I do With this little bird?
I'm turning into a bird I'm turning into a bird So I will fly With this melancholy
Compositores: Charles Bukowski, Jefferson Venancius