Red Red Wine

I cut the sleeves off my sweatshirt because it’s awesome

I know you disagree, but you’re wrong

you’re not wrong about many things

but you don’t understand that awesome is better than classy

tonight I’m going to sing that red red wine song loudly

ask the pretty girls if they’d rather date a man with a Hitler-stach or me

you never answered the question when I asked you

but I still think I can convince you to sing with me.