Red Wine

[Intro: Kool A.D.]

Red red wine (oh-oh, yeah)

Stay close to me, my love

Red, red, wine, wine (Don’t let me be, my love)

Stay close to me, my love

[Verse 1: Kool A.D.]

Red wine, Jumpman Sandals

HBO Fight Night, everybody pitch like ten bucks

FedEx held at the airport

Pills clean the weed out the bloodstream, wild hallucinations

Cheeseburger and shake at Nation’s (french fries)

At the witching hour

White van covered in hippy flowers

[?] paisley

Cut the fuckery and fakery

Someone explain the plot Of The Wire to me, basically

Oh plus, fuck HIV (for real)

Whoever thought that up, was a real hater, B (fuck them)

Yo, y’all think y’all Swift

But you couldn’t Taylor me my, chain be tailored by the Taylor Gang

From repurposed plane parts

Plus a black cat

Bone snaps from smiley Dane Cook at his last book

Signing, it was whack and boring

Who casted Black Snake Moan?

It was mad boring too

But remember thinking Christina Ricci was cool (she is)

Wednesday Addams gave me chubbies in middle school (hot)

I digress

Sometimes I try to be hard

Sometimes I try to be hard-pressed (what does that mean?)

Sometimes I try hard, sometimes I try less (okay)

Sometimes I slide through the sky blessed (whoo)

I don’t sleep very much, but why rest?

[Hook: Kool A.D.]

Red, red wine

Stay close to me, my love

Don’t let me be with myself

Red, red wine

[Verse 2: Open Mike Eagle]

(That shit gives me the worst hangovers ever in life...)

I sing in the hallways like UB40

My kid wants to watch videos of DOOM performing

I prefer text cause phone calls are too absorbing

I’m separating nice-looking gals into cute-a-gories

Yeah, in an invisible database, I break my jealous heart into individual hate grenades

Toss ‘em, I’m making a paper maché coffin

I’m really into six so I practice saying “Hey, blossom”

If there was a zombie apocalypse

I’d make slaves rebuild the Columbia rocketship

You’ll climb aboard but stand guard by the door

And make the people fight each other ‘til there’s a final four

They say heavy hangs the Crown in my driveway

My Chevy bangs the ground either way, my neck's kinda sore

Yeah, I'm butt naked under a velvet

And Lady Ls melt with each shake of the pelvis

I should probably revisit the Melvins

And check out the Screaming Trees' whole LP

I'm waiting for the Bears to draft a real O-L-T

So help me, genuine, L-O-L-Z

[Sample of people talking about wine tasting]