Body Movin’, Beastie Boys
Like a bottle of Châteauneuf du Pape,
I’m fine like wine when I start to rap
Forever Young, Jay-Z
And you never get old, and the Champagne’s
Summertime Rolls, Jane’s Addiction
With some fine wine,
it brought peace to my mind,
in the summertime
Me and My Wine, Def Leppard
Feeling like this is the wrong
time for thinking.
All I can say is I’m doing fine
with just me and my wine
Sweet Sunshine, Beck
Grab your wine; take me where you been With the violin time
Sangria Wine, Jerry Jeff Walker
In Texas on a Saturday night,
Everclear is added to the wine sometimes.
Some nachos, burritos and tacos, who knows
how it usually goes, it goes
Killer Queen, Queen
Girl the way you movin’ got
me in a trance…
…I’m a sip Moscato and you
gon’ lose them pants
No Hands, Waka Flocka
She keeps Moët et Chandon,
in her pretty cabinet,
‘Let them eat cake’ she says,
just like Marie Antoinette
Going to California, Led Zeppelin
Spent my days with a
smoked my stuff and
drank all my wine
Fine, Fine Wine, Mötley Crüe
Give me a taste of your fine, fine wine.
Ruby sticky, sweet as summertime
Do You Feel Like We Do?, Peter Frampton
I remember the taste of the vintage wine, from ’63 through to ’69
Vintage Wine, The Moody Blues
Well, woke up this morning with
a wine glass in my hand.
Whose wine? What wine?
Where the hell did I dine?
Nothin’ But a Good Time, Poison
They say I spend my money
on women and wine,
but I couldn’t tell you where
I spent last night
Don’t Stop Believin’, Journey
A singer in a smoky room,
a smell of wine and cheap perfume
Yes, The River Knows, The Doors
If you don’t need me, I’m going, but I need a little time.
I promised I would drown myself in mystic heated wine
But everybody’s like Cristal,
Maybach, diamonds on your timepiece. Jet planes, islands,
tigers on a gold leash
Miss You, Rolling Stones
We’re gonna bring a case of wine.
Hey, let’s go mess and
fool around, you know,
like we used to
Bagpipes from Baghdad, Eminem
Red wine for breakfast and for brunch.
And to soak it up and in between snack
crackers to munch
Jessie had some wine
he was happy, happy, happy
Something About England, The Clash
They say it would be
wine an’ roses,
if England were for Englishmen again
Scenes from an Italian Restaurant, Billy Joel
Bottle of white, bottle of red,
perhaps a bottle
of rosé instead?
Where’s Tammy Wynette, Kellie Pickler
I’m gonna sit at that kitchen table
with a bottle of wine