One More Bottle to Go

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