What can I say, What can I say?
I’m fluid ******, Alackaday!
Again and again,
Wine is fine, I’m tryin’ and tryin’,
Not to cry and whine,
Stank, dank wine is fine, of course,
But makes me long for stronger force,
Stronger drink or… I must think,
About your lips… or your soft hips,
So far away… Alackaday.