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 sluts 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?