Trouble, Trouble

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore
I told myself I wouldn’t drink no more
A bad hangover’s something I can’t stand
But here I am with a jug in my hand
Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble
Worries on my mind
Goin' down to the cellar
Get some of that mellow wine
I seem to ruin everything I touch
People say it’s cause I drink too much
I tried to kick it but it ain’t no use
Guess I’m a slave to that mellow juice
Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble
Worries on my mind
Goin' down to the cellar
Get some of that mellow wine, yea
My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore
I told myself I wouldn’t drink no more
A bad hangover’s something I can’t stand
But here I am with a jug in my hand
Whoo — whoo, trouble, trouble
Worries on my mind
Goin' down to the cellar
Get some of that mellow wine
Oh take it way