I don’t know why I need to buy a bottle
for my cellar
When Uncle Dan has a shop, next to my
bank’s auto teller
I just pop in when stocks are grim and buy
another case
And take it back to my own shack, and
quaff it at my own pace
All this to do about buying a few, and then
you put them down
Why not have a bash, and spend your cash, in
the flashy part of town
I’m still confused about why they choose
to keep them on the rack
With a great big sign, on every wine,
don’t drink ‘til God comes back
It’s not my go, I’ll let you know, to let
it sit and age
Drink it soon, that’s my tune, you know
it’s all the rage
My palate’s sure there’s plenty more, just
down the local shops
With a better range, some very strange,
but the prices they are tops
Sometimes on line I do get mine, when
postage is thrown in free
A box or four, left at the door, and I
know it’s all for me
So don’t ask me if you can see, my cellar
down below
All my wine is perfectly fine, at Dan
Murphy’s don’t you know
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