On the way to the bottom   I met an ole friend of mine.   He said "Buddy, I do believe   This is the end of the line".   I said, "The end of the line...   Shoot, come on and have another round,   And if we're headin' for the bottom,   We still got a long way down."      On the way to the bottom   We make a lot of stops,   And we'd meet a lot of fools   Just a bustin' their hearts   On the way to the top.   Pass me another bottle   And turn down the lights.   Forget about tomorrow, baby.   We're gonna rumble tonight.   I'll wear my low-heeled boots.   You wear your taffeta gown,   And if we're heading for the bottom,   We'll go laughing all the way down.      On the way to the bottom   I met an ol' girl of mine.   She said, "Honey, I'm scared.   Won't you love me one more time?"   I said, "One more time?   Shoot, about a million more?"   We had a whole lotta loving   And a whole lot more in store.