I lost my lucky ball and chain. And now she's four years gone. Just five feet tall and sick of me. And all my rattling on. She threw away her baby-doll.
I'll never know what you'll find when you open up your letterbox tomorrow,. Cause a little bird never tells me anything I wanna know; she's my best friend, she's a sparrow..
Lie still, little bottle, and shake my shaky hand. Black coffee's not enough for me, I need a better friend. One pill at the bottom is singing my favorite song.