(Bobby Austin — Kay Adams)
Oh you’re on bottle baby but you ain’t my baby no more
While I sit home at night with the kids you’re out with the boys to roar
You’re on bottle baby but you ain’t my baby no more
But don’t be too surprised when you come in and your key don’t fits the door.
You come in with the milkman left all over your breath
Tellin’ me a brand new story well I can laugh myself to death
You’re on bottle baby but you ain’t my baby no more
Now here’s your grip go take your trip ’cause you ain’t my baby no more.
— Instrumental —
You drag in with the milkman left all over your breath
Tellin’ me a brand new story well I can laugh myself to death
You’re on bottle baby but you ain’t my baby no more
Now here’s your grip go take your trip ’cause you ain’t my baby no more…