作词 : English, Walkyier
I'll paly 
Bacchus for the evening, pray, be seated, take your places 
Should my manna seem displeasing, offend your airs and graces, 
I've a list long as your arm, (The connoisseur's selection) such bitter whines -a quaff of qualms, awaiting your inspections 
The bubbles burst - this aint sham-pain 
I've watched hopes wither on the vine 
The fruits of labours toiled in vain 
I reap soul-grapes at harvest time. 
Anno 1999 - a classic year for 
Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] 
Since it's drawn - 
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs 
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. 
Here's one for the road - afore ye go drink deep sweet lads and lasses 
Those blighted crops you gladly sow shall one day fill your glasses 
Brood for decades - pure hate distilled then bottled up much longer 
Revenge - a draught i'll serve you chilled, when time has made it stronger 
Non-cordial - it's bile bouquet. 
Laments ferment the patience schnapps 
Cask full of mulled futile dismay 
My well-aged-rage - you 've turned the taps 
Anno 1999 - a classic year for 
Vintage Whine. [CHORUS :] 
Since it's drawn - 
I must sup the cellarage of sorrow yet fate refills my tarnished cup each time i drain the dregs 
Their poison cannot kill me - new strength from it i 'll borrow my maudlin is a caudle that would fill a thousand kegs. 
Anno 1999 - a classic year for 
Vintage Whine.