Drink Up, Bottoms Up Lyrics

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)