When I drink wine,
my friend, everything is spinning,
therefore from now on I drink night and day.
Let's sing and drink,
let's eat and make merry,
let's wage war against this bottle.
When I drink wine,
my friend, the wheel is spinning,
sorrow barely grasps me indeed1.
And so does joy spring
from Anjou and Arbois2,
the joy that will bring us all down,
all things considered.
When I drink wine,
my friend, my liver is spinning3,
what with this bottle having declared war on me
And so does my puke spring
on the wooden table,
the puke your motheeeeer
will mop up.
1. Convoluted fake old French2. Two kinds of French wine3. Turning like milk going sour