Put a nickel in the jukebox and let it play cause my heart is loaded with pain
Take the cork from the bottle of the warm red wine and fill my glass up again

Fill my glass to the brim till it flows o'er the rim
Like the tears flow in this heart of mine
While I say so long to the dreams that are gone on account of the warm red wine

Oh the prison of stone with its cold iron bars is no more a prison than mine
I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape from the chains of the warm red wine
Fill my glass to the brim