it goes up.
it goes down.
i balanced it on the tip
of my finger nail,
a shot glass cracked
and filled with blood,
sweat, and tears.
a hundred proof too.
you know baby, he got it right.
that spinning wheel’s been
goin’ round and round
in my head and my eyes
are twirling and dizzy
with my ethanol dreams.
and i wish i was
a hundred proof.
it’d be so nice to
call you and let you know,
here i am baby, now
i’m gone and goin’
places you never
dreamed i could.
you know why, baby?
cuz i’m a hundred proof.
yeah, baby, and i
got enough juice to
keep goin’ around
and round and round.
around till i die, i guess.
around till i close my
eyes and sleep and sleep
and let the ethanol dreams
swim round my head
till i drown.
but right now baby,
i’m not there yet.
fifty, maybe fifty-five?
i don’t know baby.
but i got a long way to go.
a hundred’s a long way to go.
and you’ll know, don’t you.
you’ll know when i reach
a hundred proof.
i’m be flyin’ down town
and hoppin’ from cloud
eight to nine to ten
and you’ll know baby.
you’ll know.