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| Bottoms Up Go on and flag our waitress I'll drop my last five bucks On a pair of longnecks And drink a toast to us Another pink slip Friday Has dropped us on our tails But I have got a feeling That we'll tip the scales Bottoms up Here's to gettin' off the ground Here's to turnin' things around And no longer bein' down On our luck On the ladder of our life We're at the bottom rung all right But there will come a time when up is at the bottom And the bottom's up They talk about glass ceilings We talk about glass floors One thing about the basement You can't go down no more So there's no use complainin' We're on the rise my friend Life's a great big seesaw We're gonna ride again Bottoms up Here's to gettin' off the ground Here's to turnin' things around And no longer bein' down On our luck On the ladder of our life We're at the bottom rung all right But there will come a time when up is at the bottom And the bottom's up (Instr) Bottoms up Here's to gettin' off the ground Here's to turnin' things around And no longer bein' down On our luck On the ladder of our life We're at the bottom rung all right But there will come a time when up is at the bottom And the bottom's up Copyright Jeffrey L. Stillman |
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