Elevator Operator looks at me and smiles that weary smileI'm sure my looks could easily deceiveThe very wisest of them allAnd he says, are you going to the penthouseOr the condo that lies just beyond the chapel door?I smile back and softly tell him noI'm headed to the bottomI'm going all the way downTo the bottomSo turn the music up real highAnd let the sweetest Benedictine liquor flowNo need to worry about tomorrowCause you're not thereI'm going all the way downTo the bottomRainy streets and wet memoriesFind a place inside to pass the timeAnd Pete serves up my whiskey coldAnd I drink it and pray the picture fadesDressed in black, you turned your backAnd broke a heart that loved and loved you soOh, I loved you soThe bells rang on the day we diedAnd I headed straight to the bottomI'm going all the way downTo the bottomSo turn the music up real highAnd let the sweetest Benedictine liquor flowThere's no need to worry about tomorrowCause you're not thereI'm going all the way downTo the bottomI'm going all the way downAll the way downTo the bottom