Lyrics Ernest Borgnine - John Grant, Conor O'Brien

Ernest Borgnine

How much is enough?
That’s a really tough question
You ought to give it some thought sooner or later
Got off of the hooch and the crack and skipped the smack down--
But then you had to find yourself a lower low
Doc ain’t lookin' at me;
says I got the disease
Now what did you expect?
You spent your life on your knees
It was never too late.
Tell me--what were you afraid of?
Do the numbers in your head or get out your calculator
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
Sorry that you think you had it rough in the first world
You ought to get out a map sooner than later
Knowledge has turned into a trap;
you have to slow down
Get out of your head and spend less time alone
But you never learn;
you get your labyrinth on
You lay awake at night and think that you are getting old
You don’t need to panic now;
you got time to do that later
You’re the Jack who’s chasing Danny outside in the snow
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
(Bridge)
I got to meet him once, and he was really, really cool
And when I think about everything’s that he’s been through
I wish he’d call me on the phone and take my ass to school
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
I wonder what Ernie Borgnine would do
(Bridge)
I got to meet him once, and he was really, really cool
And when I think about everything’s that he’s been through
I wish he’d call me on the phone and take my ass to school