Twistin` Tops

<br>Writers: Doug Supernaw/Rick Robertson<br><br>Here`s to you with your champagne in hand<br>Although the arms around you are another man`s<br>His million dollar house and his fine foreign car<br>Have left me in this dingy little bar<br><br>But the dollars in your eyes<br>Can`t hold back the tears you`ll cry<br>When the glamour fades into a lonely night<br>Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hops<br>And on this stool I`ll be standin` by<br>Twistin` tops `til his champagne runs dry<br>Here`s to me and the slow movin` hands<br>For you the time is flyin`, but for me so still it stands<br>Am I right for hangin` on, just a wishful thinkin` fool<br>Convinced that it`s a stage that you`re going through<br><br>But the dollars in your eyes<br>Can`t hold back the tears you`ll cry<br>When the glamour fades into a lonely night<br>Drink your bubbly, give me barley and hopes<br>And on this stool I`ll be standin` by<br>Twistin` tops `til his champagne runs dry<br><br>Twistin` tops `til his champagne runs dry