My occupation's primitive as apes,
It's stompin' barefoot in a vat of grapes,
Just tromp around until the juice escapes
Runs thru a line, I make the wine..

Insured with Lloyd's of London, these ten toes
They are my livelihood, and Heaven knows
Without them I'd be just like other Joes,
Wear shoe size nine, I make the wine..

Work for this grand old fashioned winery
They've got the best vineyards in Italy
I respect them and they are proud of me
It ferments fine, I make the wine..

After a long hard day, my feet have pain
I wash them good, but can't erase the stain
The color purple always will remain,
My trademark sign, I make the wine..

If you're quite fond of Italian cuisine
Dine at a Roman restaurant, quaint, serene
Have wine and in the glass toenails are seen,
They could be mine, I make the wine..

They could be mine, I make the wine..