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My wife got tired a' me runnin 'round, so she tried to keep me home- Well, she broke my nose and hid my clothes, but I continued to roam. Then she finally hit my weak spot - threatened to throw my bottle out Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout...
Chorus: Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle) (3 times) 'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice. Gotta have hot lucy when I go walkin', y'know.
Well, one day while crossin' the avenue, a big car knocked me down. While I was stretched out tyin' up traffic and crowds came from blocks around Now the po-lice were searchin' my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral parlor, But when one o' those cops took my bottle, Jack, I jumped straight up and commenced to holler
Chorus: Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle) (3 times) 'Cause I can't get well without Muskatel I only drink for medicinal purposes anyway
Well, now, one real dark and dreary night as I was staggerin' home t' bed, Well, a bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head. That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, and I didn't make a sound, but when he reached 'n got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around
Chorus: Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle) (3 times) Beat m' head outta shape, but leave my grape. Watch, ring and money ain't nothin' but don' mess with my wine, Jim.
Well, one day, my house caught fire while I was layin' down sleepin' off a nap An' when I woke up everything was burnin' with a pop an' a crackle an' a snap. Now the fireman chopped up my TV set and tore my apartment apart, But when he raised his axe to my bottle, I screamed with all my heart...
Chorus: Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle) (3 times) So I can drink one toast before I roast. No sense goin' out half baked. Might as well be Alll tore up
You can take all those Hollywood glamour girls- Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth, Bridget Bardot, n' Lucille Ball, and all them chicks 'n line 'em upside the wall Put a GIGANTIC jug beside 'em, n' tell me to take my choice. Well, there'd be no doubt which one I chose, the minute I raised my voice.
Chorus: Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle) (3 times) Well those chicks look fine, but I love my wine. Now some folks like money, some like to dance and dine, But I'll be happy If you give me that wine (I B Emerson) |
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