SIX GOIN DOWN

I’m not the man I claim to be
No I’m not the man the man you see

Always loose at the party is what you see
But the life of the party no that’s not me
No that’s not me

And I’m not the man I claim to be
No I’m not the man that everyone sees
I’m not nice and smooth and free
No that’s not me

I’m not feeling loose from the juice
But just wait and see

Cause when I open my mouth and I pour in the good times
Something inside happens to me
Like a dog on a leash being set free
Look out here comes the new me

I’ve got one two three drinks inside of me
I’m feeling four five six going down

And I’m on the ground I’m lying in my shit
I’m drowning in my own spit a clown bound down by disease

And I’m not the man I claim to be
No I’m not the man who claims to be me
Who’s that chipper young fella
No that’s not me

I’m not an outstanding citizen by any means
Cause I get mean
If you know what I mean

Cause when I open my mouth an I pour in the good times
something inside happens to me

There’s a fight in body
That rages inside
And it’s taking my brain
And steeling my pride
And it’s ripping the heart
Right out of me

I’ve got one two three drinks inside of me
I’m feeling four five six going down

And I’m on the ground I’m lying in my shit
I’m drowning in my own spit a clown bound down by disease
And I’m on the ground I’m lying in my shit
I’m drowning in my own spit and somebody stole my keys
They stole my keys

Written by Sol Turpin
copyright © 1999 Wabasabass (ASCAP)