Sangria....Sangria...
They call the wine Sangria

Some choose top shelf
Some pick no name
And some just drink draft bee-yah
But, alcohol,
That's best of all,
Is the wine they call Sangria..

Sangria makes the stars move 'round
And sends great spirits flying..
Sangria makes the red blood pound
Brings Heaven without dying..

Sangria.....Sangria...
They call the wine Sangria

Before I knew Sangria's name
I'd point and say, "That red stuff."
Just like a girl, it sparks my tongue
And makes me think of bed stuff..

Then, one sad day,
Down at the bar
Looked up, the shelf was empty
And, I felt lost,
Oh God, so lost..
No Sangria to tempt me..

Sangria.....Sangria...
They had no wine Sangria

There are many great names in booze
Like "Four Roses" "Jack Daniels"
An average lush won't pick and choose
Or care about the handles..
But, I'm locked up, about to die
Down here in St. Lucia..
Because I shot the bar maid dead
When she said, "No Sangria.."

Sangria.....Sangria...
They call the wine Sangria

Sangria.....Sangria...
Grant my last request...