The Wine

There are 300 steps to my bed
And I’ve had too many bottles of wine
Maybe I’ll sit here and rest for a while
And then I’ll be fine for my climb
The wine, the wine
Don’t blame the wine
Blame the man who sleeps in my bed
Tonight I will sleep on the beach
'Cause I’ve had too many bottles of rum
Maybe I’ll sit here and rest for a while
And wait for the dawn of the sun
The rum, the rum
Don’t blame the rum
Blame the man who sleeps in my bed
My whole life’s been a torid affair
'Cause I’ve had too many bottles of gin
Marriage and babies were never for me
But neither is living in sin
The gin, the gin
Don’t blame the gin
Blame the man who sleeps in my bed