Put some money in the jukebox and let it play For my heart is cold with its pain Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine And fill my gla** up, again Fill my gla** to the brim till it flows over the rim Like the tears flow in this heart of mine While I'll sail so long to the dreams that are gone On account of the warm red wine Oh, the prison of stone with its cold iron bars Is no more than a prison than mine I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape From the chains of the warm red wine Oh, the wine is red, so warm and red Like a ruby, it sparkles and gleams But I paid for the wine, the one red wine With all of my hopes and dreams