My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,
I told myself I wouldn´t drink no more,
A bad hangover´s something I can´t stand,
But here I am with a jug in my hand.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
Worries on my mind,
Goin´ down to the cellar,
Get some of that mellow wine.

I seem to ruin everything I touch,
People say it´s cause I drink too much,
I tried to kick it but it ain´t no use,
Guess I´m a slave to that mellow juice.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
Worries on my mind,
Goin´ down to the cellar,
Get some of that mellow wine, yea.

[Dave - Solo]

My brain is cloudy and my eyes are sore,
I told myself I wouldn´t drink no more,
A bad hangover´s something I can´t stand,
But here I am with a jug in my hand.

Whoo - whoo, trouble, trouble,
Worries on my mind,
Goin´ down to the cellar,
Get some of that mellow wine.
Oh take it way

[Rod - Solo]