Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play cause my heart is loaded with pain
Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my gla** up again
Fill my gla** to the brim till it flows o'er the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
While I say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine
( steel )
Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wine
S fill my gla** to the brim...