And the piano sounds like a carnival.
And the microphone smells like a beer.
Businessmen, they drink my wine, plowmen dig my earth.
None of them along the line know what any of it is worth.
Them good ol' boys were drinking whiskey and rye, singing...
'This'll be the day that I die.'
She keeps Moët et Chandon in her pretty cabinet.
'Let them eat cake,' she says just like Marie Antoinette.
She never drinks the water
makes you order French Champagne.
Well, I woke up this morning, and I got myself a beer.
The future's uncertain, and the end is always near.
It's a black fly in your Chardonnay.
It's a death row pardon two minutes too late.
Well I ain't seen my baby since I don't know when,
I've been drinking bourbon, whiskey, scotch and gin.
Spent my days with a woman unkind,
smoked my stuff and drank all my wine.
He drinks a Whiskey drink, he drinks a Vodka drink,
he drinks a Lager drink, he drinks a Cider drink.
One last call for alcohol,
so finish your whiskey or beer.
Where you drink champagne
and it tastes just like cherry-cola.
I met a gin soaked, bar-room queen in Memphis.
She tried to take me upstairs for a ride.
But there's booze in the blender and soon it will render.
That frozen concoction that helps me hang on.
Barefoot girl sitting on the hood of a dodge,
drinking warm beer in the soft summer rain.
I never understood a single word he said,
but I helped him a-drink his wine.
Well, the police said we can't drink in the bar, what a shame.
Won't you come upstairs girl and have a drink of champagne.
Whiskey, gin and brandy, with a glass I'm pretty handy.
I'm trying to walk a straight line, on sour mash and cheap wine.
It's seven o'clock and I want to rock.
Want to get a belly full of beer.
Sipping whiskey out the bottle, not thinking 'bout tomorrow,
singing 'Sweet Home Alabama' all summer long.
We are drinking beer at noon on Tuesday,
in a bar that faces a giant car wash.
You know, she was a dancer,
she moved better on wine.
Ha Ha funny how you broke me up,
you made the wine now you drink the cup.
Oh you drop a dime in the box play a song about New Orleans,
cold beer, hot lights, my sweet romantic teenage nights.
I saw her today at the reception, a glass of wine in her hand.
I knew she was gonna meet her connection.
So I called up the Captain, 'Please bring me my wine.'
He said, 'We haven't had that spirit here since 1969.'
If you like Pina Coladas, and get caught in the rain.
If you're not into yoga, if you have half-a-brain.
Go on and close the curtains, cause all we need is candle light.
You and me and a bottle of wine, going to hold you tonight.
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