"Bottles On The Wall" lyrics

How many bottles on the wall?
I just lost track, can't count it all
I count on you for everything
And who said that I can't have it all?
They could put a Bible in my hand
And I swear I'd lie right on that stand
If it meant one night to be your man

And I got ninety-nine problems
And a little bit of math I gotta do
'Cause you and your friend and that damn door
Baby that makes one or two
Counted eighty-two bottles, seventeen down
I'm letting go of everything that's getting me down
You'll turn it to a party, she won't ever leave now
You gon' tell her that you love her, then it better be now

How many bottles on the wall?
I just lost track, can't count it all
I count on you for everything
And who said that I can't have it all?
They could put a Bible in my hand
And I swear I'd lie right on that stand
If it meant one night to be your man

I'm good as any fun and gravel to the hard top
Baby this is just a hoopty, it's not a tour bus
Straight to karaoke mic like I'm playing Red Rock
Sucker have like four bucks for me daddy, war bucks
That's enough about me now, any more about you
I barely got to know ya and it's half past two
'Cause twenty-seven bottles with the caps and screws
I just took a look around and you're the best I do

You ain't gotta go home
But you gotta get the hell up outta here
Listen baby when you gotta go home
But we not and get the hell up out of here

How many bottles on the wall?
I just lost track, can't count it all
I count on you for everything
And who said that I can't have it all?
They could put a Bible in my hand
And I swear I'd lie right on that stand
If it meant one night to be your man

How many bottles on the wall?
I just lost track, can't count it all
I count on you for everything