| My wife got tired a' me runnin 'round, so she tried to keep me home
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| Well, she broke my nose and hid my clothes, but I continued to roam
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| Then she finally hit my weak spot — threatened to throw my bottle out
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| Well, from the basement to the rooftop, everybody could hear me shout…
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| 'Cause I can’t cut loose without my juice
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| (I don’t get much looser than that)
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| Well, one day while crossin the avenue, a big car knocked me down
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| While I was stretched out tyin' up traffic and crowds came from blocks around
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| Now the police were searchin my pockets, before they sent me to the funeral
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| parlor
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| But when one o' those cops took my bottle
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| I jumped straight up and commenced to hollar
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| 'Cause I can’t get well without Muskatel
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| (I don’t even know what Muskatel is, all I know is that it makes me feel better!
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| Well, now, one real dark and dreary night as I was staggerin' home to bed
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| Well, a bandit jumped from the shadows and put a blackjack 'side my head
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| That cat took my watch, my ring, my money, and I didn’t even make a sound
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| But when he reached 'n got my bottle, you could hear me for blocks around
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Beat my head outta shape, but leave my grape
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| (You know how I feel about grapes)
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| Well one day my house caught fire while I was layin' down sleepin' off a nap
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| An' when I woke up everything was burnin' with a pop an' a crackle an' a snap
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| Now the fireman chopped up my TV set and tore my apartment apart
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| But when he raised his axe to my bottle, I screamed with all my heart:
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| So I can drink one toast before I roast
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| (Woo it’s gettin' hot in here now, baby)
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| You can take all those Hollywood glamor girls like Lana Turner, Rita Hayworth
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| Bridget Bardot, n' Lucille Ball, and all them chicks 'n line 'em upside the wall
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| Put a gigantic jug beside 'em, n' tell me to take my choice
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| Well, there’d be no doubt which one I chose, the minute I raised my voice
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Gimme that wine (Unhand that bottle)
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| Those girls look fine, but I love my wine
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| Now some folks like money, some like to dance and dine
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| But gimme that
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| Gimme that
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| Gimme that… wine!
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| Unhand that bottle, Jack! |