On The Victrola - Drink Up, Bottoms Up lyrics

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He's got this way of walking into rooms He's got his coattails on, What a gentleman But do cufflinks really make a gentleman? Now he would never pass up the smoking room Or a chance to pop open some brandy before noon He's got his coattails on, What a gentleman But do cufflinks really make a gentleman? Just step right up to play the game He'll have his way A toast to never playing safe Lo and Behold! Just one more day to play the game That leaves him dying to erase That guilty pleasure lingering behind his shades And if a clue will do, It fills the cup holder of his Escalade A shot of baggage counts, a faux-pas never wins Father time's a gentleman Now it's time to cast your vote (Now it's time to cast your vote) You could have never done any of this on your own (Thanks to Brett for these lyrics)