From my grape arbor pagoda,
I survey the crashing sea
Feelin' all dry tongued and thirsty
So I know what waits for me..

Sneaky breezes stir the nut trees
As they thud upon the lawn
I'm about to key my Fiat,
In a brief while I'll be gone..

On the way to Chardonnay
Where all high class winos sway
I'll be sittin' tall and sippin'
Grab a side of fish fillet..

On my way to Chardonnay
Not a finer taste today
Where they'll serve it on a silver
Sculptured and exotic tray..

Lay my lips across cool goblets
Let my love eyes feast and stray
At sweet waitresses of wonder
Proposition them to play..

Silk-clad troubadours are singing
Atmosphere is heavenly
Take a flask to my pagoda
And a brown Burmasian She..

Take a flask to my pagoda
And a brown Burmasian She..