A bottle of Chablis, hey now, that ain't no stuff for me
Chateau Timberley, as long as I can't see
Gallo or Muscatel, either one would be just swell
I didn't come here to fight, hey just as long as that ain't white
Now I ain't no connoiseur cat - the conno-sewer/kinda sewer rat
Red red wine on Sunday
Always tastes so good
Red red wine
Red red wine
Red red wine if you would
Hey now as long as it is red, oh set 'em up until we're dead
A Saturday sippin' beer is just a jug without a year
Now I ain't no connoiseur cat, I think you guessed that
Red red wine on Sunday
Just like Martin said
Red red wine
Red red wine
Set us up 'till we're dead
I ain't no connoiseur cat, conno-sewer rat
... on Sunday
Just like Martin said
Red red wine
Red red wine
Set us up 'till we're dead
Writer(s): Paul Westerberg, Tommy Stinson, Chris Mars
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