Working Class Artists - I Hate Wine Lyrics

Dinner party has run dry
I roll my eyes up to the sky
They're talking 'bout their kids again
I wish that I was f*cking dead
Jonathan has started walking
Beat his brother, first to talking
Jonty has got his first teeth
He even bit Dave's f*cking niece
Gertrude's passed with flying colours
Daisy made the hockey team
Lucy's reading maths at cambridge
Isabelle's designed a drawbridge
I need stuff to dull this nightmare
Burnt through all my drink too quickly
Host says that he's got some more
But big surprise, it's f*cking wine
I hate wine so shut your whining
Stood there blanc look on your face
Think you've got expensive taste
I hate wine so shut your whining
Chaise lounge f*cking overused
This alcohol can't be your muse
You make me see red
It's time to go to bed
I'd rather drink some beer, 'cause wine tastes queer
And save my teeth from going grey
Vineyard dreams up in your head
Just move to france you f*cking pleb
Leave them grapes where they belong
It's where your problems all stem from
Dave says: "Clay makes wine taste better"
Read it in his wine newsletter
Stacking mags up to the sky
He makes me want to f*cking cry
There's more to life than pinot grigio
A finer hoppy amber ale
Or maybe double IPA
That would make my f*cking day
I love ales so shut your whining
Sours are my favourite
I'll even f*cking savour it
I love ales so shut your whining
Frambois, stout, and porter too
Something bitter makes me poo