Red Red Red Red Wine

Here's your little meter, read it while it lasts

Everybody wants you to be living in the past

You consider winning second from the last

Call me mother-fucker,but you know I ain't your dad

For all, anybody knows

I'm shooting up with roses

And red, red, red, red wine

Red, red, red, red wine

Here's your little meter, better make it quick

Hanging with your sister but she beats me with a stick

You consider losing something like a trick

Well you call me mother-fucker, but I'm a mother-fucking prick

For all, anybody knows

I'm shooting up with roses

And red, red, red, red wine

Red, red, red, red wine

I was living in a hotel after I got kicked out of my house.

They kicked me out too.

I been wearing these clothes for three days.

My wife left me and my car has now been repo'ed.

Oh well, that's the party life.

For all, anybody knows

I'm shooting up with roses

And red, red, red, red wine

Red, red, red, red wine

Red, red, red, red wine

Red, red, red, red wine