Where Da Wine At?

So I wrote a rap song about wine. That's right, ya dig? I often write "songs" around the house, mostly about pugs and how stupid they are, but this time in particular, wine was the subject of choice.

I hear this in my head with a drum machine backbeat. Here goes:

Where Da Wine At?

(C) 2010 JBK/TMI

Clickin’ and typin’ the hours away

Usin' my brain but sittin' all day

I gotta rush home, put my runnin’ clothes on

Hittin’ the pavement to get my sweat on

Gotta stay in shape so I don’t get fat

Did my time, my exercise, now tell me—Where da wine at??

Chorus

Where da wine at/where da wine at/where da wine at/wheredawineat!

On my way home, fightin’ traffic and snow

Living in the northeast, man does it blow

I live 30 minutes from er'where and the roads are slick

To top it off, er’body drives like they shittin’ bricks

Pugs on the ottoman when I get home

Just in time ‘cause my favorite show’s on

Poppin' that cork as I walk in the door

Now tell me again, I didn't hear you before:

Chorus

Where da wine at/where da wine at/where da wine at/wheredawineat!

Don’t want no Boone’s Farm or Turkey Hill

Just gimme da wine and a coupla Advil!

Where da wine at/where da wine at/where da wine at! (Repeat)

Now I just have to find an up and coming New Orleans rapper to make it a hit! And yes I know Turkey Hill is ice-cream; that was intentional.