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Weep for me my children,
Weep for me tonight.
Weep for me my children,
And it will be all right.

I thought it was cool to be drinking
quarts and sixes of beer.
I mean it was the thing
And kegs throughout the year.

Weep for me my children.

Till I grew up and graduated,
to liquors strong and bold.
Some old friends are now belated,
Never to grow old.

Weep for me my children,
Weep for me tonight.
Weep for me my childern,
And it will be all right.

I was too much enamoured
As I was wont to go;
I calmed down to get hammered
On bottles of Merlot.

Weep for me my children.

Recently I got a bottle
Of more expensive taste;
satisfaction I had not till,
I see I’d been in haste.

I didn’t know of the bouquet
I didn’t know I’d been in a blur.
For I realize in the past I had,
been only drinking cheap stuff…

Weep for me my children,
Weep for me and cry.
Weep for me my children,
For in the by and by.

So I got me a nice priced bottle
on my way to work.
But when my shift was finished
the bottle was a little chilled.

Weep for me my children.

Now for some drinks this is cool,
(sorry for the pun)
But I’m used to room temperature Merlot
I put it in the microwave on defrost.

Weep for me my children.

They say they’re quite surprised,
the exploding glass through my eye
And through my brain and out the back of my skull,
I’m fine, nothing’s changed: memory, motor functions,
everything is fine – except I am old – and everything
gets stiff but what you want to anymore.
My girl friend ran off with Bob Dole.

Weep for me my children,
Weep for me and cry.
Weep for me my children,
For in the by and by.