Pour out some Bulleit and pull it straight to the brain I didn't know this morning that it would be one of those days I said I wouldn't go forgetting my name I know I shouldn't, but I can't help, but try and wash it all away Mm, try to paint the picture But I can't see myself in the frame I'm somewhere stage left On a plane, sippin' champagne I said I wouldn't run away for the fame I know I shouldn't, but I can't help, but think that it's all goin' up in flames Now it's all been proven And I can't help, but sit here and drown in my own shame