His eyes shine slightly bloodshot
From the frothy wine he's poured
Sips the juice tramped from the vintage
Of the grapes that they have stored
Down the hatch, he'll chase with whiskey
So, he doesn't get too bored..
And drinks keep comin' on..

Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
His drinks keep comin' on

Guzzles guys under the tables
Without even feelin' cramps
Passed out at his feet are Walter,
Cousin Zachary, and Gramps,
Orders phoned into the winery,
Back more trucks up to the ramps
The drinks keep comin' on..

Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
More drinks kept comin' on

People call him Wino Willie,
Stands six-eight in stocking feet
Just turned sixty two in April
And at drinkin' can't be beat
Wiped out all the best big boozers
From each gin mill down the street
Dismissed them with a yawn...

Pour some more, and here is to ya'
Pour some more, and here is to ya'
Pour some more, and here is to ya'
The drinks keep comin' on

Still moves with pride and swagger
Never staggers to the loo
All around him drunks have tumbled
Like pins in the alley do
Has a designated driver,
She's his dear wife, Amy Lou
Chugs one more for the road..

Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
Pour one more, and here is to ya'
It's over, Willie won..