Lyrics

One more bottle to go,one more bottle to go Lord I got one more bottle to go You look like a prisoner in your foam rubber suit And you will not be leaving London Till you try on all of my boots What's the time, what's the hurry in your mind? Don't you know we got one more bottle to go Now, you may own a cupboard; You may drive a herd to cat That doesn't mean that you can't Find a boot to fit your need What's the time, what's the hurry in your mind? Don't you know we got one more bottle to go