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