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