when i...guzzle wine...from the bottle
and first thing each morning, i do
i must say..it sure makes
my sobriety drift far away
as i spend the day, stewed

if i...could make wine...last forever
i know that i'd never be blue
can't save...what i crave
what i treasure, i always upend
till it spent and all used

and there never seems to be enough wine
you start to think...you hid a few
you ain't found 'em
you look around, but you should know
that you're the one...who let it flow
you downed 'em

though, wine...in a box...is delicious
its something that i'd...never do
that box looks so silly
but glass is all shimmery
and soon, i will be lit up too

and there never seems to be enough wine
you start to think...you hid a few
you ain't found 'em
you look around, but you should know
that you're the one...who let it flow
you downed 'em