Gimme That Wine

My wife got tired of me runnin' round, so she tried to keep me home

Well, she broke my nose and hid my clothes, but I continue 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

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Oh, gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Yeah, gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

'Cause I can't cut loose without my juice

I got to have hot Lucy when I go walkin', y'all

Well, one day while crossin' the avenue

A big car knocked me down

Well, I was stretched out tyin' up traffic

And crowds came from blocks around

Now the police were searchin' my pockets

Before they sent me to the funeral parlor

But when one of them cops took my bottle jack

I jumped straight up and commenced to holler

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Oh, gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

'Cause I can't get well without muscatel

I only drink for medicinal purposes anyway

Well, now one real dark and dreary night

As I was staggerin' home to bed

Well, a band did jump 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 and got my bottle

You could hear me for blocks around

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Oh, gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Beat my head outta shape but leave my grape

Watch, ring, and money ain't nothin'

Don't mess with my wine, Jim

Well, Monday my house caught fire

While I was layin' down sleepin off a nap

And when I woke up everything was burnin'

With a pop and a crackle and a snap

Now the firemen 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

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Oh, gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

So I can drink one toast before I roast

No sense in going out half baked

Might as well be all tore up

You can take all those Hollywood glamour girls

Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth, Brigitte Bardot

And Lucille Ball and all them chicks

And line 'em upside the wall

Put a gigantic jug beside 'em

And tell me to take my choice

Well, there'd be no doubt which one I chose

The minute I raise my voice

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)

Oh (Unhand that bottle)

(Unhand that bottle)

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 (What?)

If you gimme that wine

Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)