Текст John Grant – 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.

Chorus
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.

Chorus x2
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.

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.

Chorus x2

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.

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.