THAT CHEAP RED WINE

Well, the sun comes up and the sun goes down
And when I get home I like to lay around
I like to lay around and drink my wine

Because I slave all day in a factory
And the big fat foreman is so mean to me
He’s so mean to me, but I don’t mind

I say, monday morning, monday morning it is a crime
By Friday evening, I sure do miss my wine

And I need me a woman just to share my wine
I don’t want no woman nags me all the time
Nags me all the time, don’t let me drink my wine

I say, monday morning, monday morning it is a crime
By Friday evening, I sure do need my wine

And I ain’t got no telephone
If you want to talk to me, come to my home
Come to my home and help me drink my wine

I say, nothing tastes better than that cheap red wine