Lyrics: Waylon Payne
Music: Waylon Payne
Elevator operator
Look at me and smile a weary smile
You know my face could easily decieve
The wisest of them all
And you said are you going to the penthouse
Or the condo that lies just beyond the chapel doors
He just smiled and softly told me no
I'm going to the bottom
I'm going all the way down
To the bottom
So turn the music up real high
And let the sweetest benedictine liquor flow
No need to worry about tomorrow
Because you're not here
I'm going all the way down
To the bottom
Rainy streets Wet memory
Find a place inside to pass the time
The doug serves up my brandy and I drink it
Pray your picture fades
You dressed in black
You turned your back
On the only heart that ever loved you so
The bells rang on the day you died
I'm heading to the bottom
I'm going all the way down
To the bottom
So turn the music up real high
And let the sweetest benedictine liquor flow
No need to worry about tomorrow
Because you're not here
I'm going all the way down
To the bottom
I'm going all the way down
All the way down
I'm going all the way down
To the bottom