Album: White Bread Blues / Things I Hate to Admit
Baby, I got you 
In my little thumbscrews 
And now that you're all mine
I'm gonna close the blinds 
And you'll sing for me, 
Just for me, 
And you'll sing alright, 
You'll sing day and night. 
Well you got wings to fly 
But you won't say goodbye, 
'cause in my latest rage 
I bought you a cage.
I know a bird in the cage and she's singing the blues 
Of how her little bird lover just flew the coop,
She got bored of flying to fro and hither
Had to fly south for the winter 
Tired of flying back and forth 
Trying to decide what it's worth. 
Come on baby, she'd just rant and rage. 
Come on baby come back to the cage. 
Baby, I got you 
In my little thumbscrews 
And now that you're all mine
I'm gonna close the blinds 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
I know why you sing 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird 
Sing birdie, little birdie, pretty bird