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? do you want to screw up the works? do 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 you're there, so don't be sad. and 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?