Red Mountain Burgundy

Oh, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Lord, Red Mountain baby, Red Mountain Burgundy
Now that’s the only kind of wine baby, makes a fool out of me

We were standin’ on Grant Street, way back from the street
Lord we’s standin on Grant Street, just way back from the street
and we’re needin’ someone to go into Red Mountain Burgundy

Lord, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Now, Red Mountain baby, Red Mountain Burgundy
Now that’s the only kind of wine baby, makes a fool out of me

Oh, drink your manhattan, and drink your martini
Lord, drink your manhattan, and drink your martini
But if you wanna drink good booze, try Red Mountain Burgundy

Lord, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Aah, Red Mountain Baby, Red Mountain Burgundy
That’s the only kind of wine baby, makes a fool out of me

Take it!

A dollar fifty for a gallon, a quart for fifty-three
It’s a dollar fifty for a gallon, but a quart costs fifty-three
If you ain’t got much money, try Red Mountain Burgundy

Oh lord, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Lord, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Now that’s the only kind of wine baby, makes a fool out of me

It’s got a big ugly label, bottle looks like Clorox Bleach
It’s got a big ugly label, bottle looks like Clorox Bleach
But I don’t care if they packed it in card board, I’d drink Red Mountain Burgundy

Oh, Red Mountain, Red Mountain Burgundy
Aah, Red Mountain baby, Red Mountain Burgundy
Now it’s the only kind of wine baby, makes a fool out of me. ¥Ç¥