Bad Chardonnay

Don't give me any lip son

Don't give me any grief

I've been around the block and back from Maine to Tenaris

Yeah and I've got my act together, ok it's just an act

But it's served me well for a long, long time

Here's my secret Jack:

You need a real long finish that never quits

like English treacle on hominy grits

a buttery flavor that goes on and on

with a hint of grease and a nose too long

you've got to do it your own way on cigarettes and bad chardonnay

yes cigarettes, yes cigarettes and bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

(It's all badIt's all good)

Well I've seen this mighty continent

From the back seat of a van

Well the scenery just disappears like the members of your band

From LA across to New York, Seattle to New Orleans

On rocket fuel and gasoline and everything in between

You need a real long finish that never quits

like English toffee on hominy grits

a buttery flavor that goes on and on

with a hint of grease and a nose too long

you've got to do it your own way on cigarettes and bad chardonnay

yes cigarettes, yes cigarettes, and bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

Well I've hit the bottom many times

And it's not always that bad

In fact, it's kind of comforting like a friend you never had

When the walls collapse around you and kaleidoscope explodes

You feel so small and meaningless you finally let go

You need a real long finish that never quits

like English treacle on hominy grits

a buttery flavor that goes on and on

with a hint of grease and a nose too long

you've got to do it your own way on cigarettes and bad chardonnay

yes cigarettes, yes cigarettes and bad chardonnay

yes cigarettes, yes cigarettes and bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

Ba-ba-ba-bop-a-ba-ba-bop-a bad chardonnay

(It's all badIt's all good)