Wine is a man’s worst enemy,
brings out the devils, sanctity pleads.
It makes woman seem to whine more
and his steps a little more unsure.
It makes his heart forget the cold,
which brings sickness from his age of old.
It chases his taste and makes him want more,
even though it makes him sick with every pour.
Wine, oh wine, a woman’s friendly partner,
seems to make them even cuter and smarter.
Wine, oh wine, on a man’s tongue
makes him a fool, the town drunk.