Whine

The Zinfandel won’t zest up your life

The Grenache doesn’t make you gorgeous

The Merlot never stopped your wife moaning

And the Shiraz won’t end your shyness.

Sauvignon Blanc isn’t a saving grace

And Pinot Grigio won’t kill the pangs

Chardonnay isn’t the answer

And Blossom Hill isn’t a place.

Echo Falls sounds so beautiful

Until you’re crying on the floor

Cause’ cold feet are better than Bare Foot

And Hardy’s won’t make you harder

When Jacob’s Creek is cold and dark

And Gallot just turns you shallow.

Stop whining and face your problems

Stop hiding behind the grapevine

Because you have to face your demons

You’re living on borrowed time.