I was living in a world of fear and dread
When my common sense insisted
I'd have to go and get my old job back

I was living in a world of fear and dread
When my common sense insisted
I'd have to go and get my old job back
And I needed money

I would dream of a summer free
No early morning calls annoying me
Three solid months of eating ice cream

I would swear with all my best efforts
I'd find myself new job and not have to go back
But I needed money
So I am going crazy stacking bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
And I think I should have looked harder
Found myself a new job
Found myself a new job

It's the only work I know

Clink, clink, clink - all bottles ever do
When I get them upon the shelf
Drink, drink, drink - customers do
Whisky, brandy, gin and vodka too

And I get so light-headed stacking bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
The lights are like being in a theatre
Too bright and too hot here
It's too bright and too hot here

Oh
Too bright and too hot here
Working in the wine shop
Working in the wine shop

It's the only work I know
Common sense insisted and so
I had to go and find myself my old job back

So I am going crazy stacking bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
Bottles in the wine shop
And I wish that I had looked harder
Found myself a new job
I had found myself a new job
Oh
Found myself a new job
Without the wine bottles
Without the wine bottles

In autumn I must go back to uni
Without the wine
Without the wine
Without the wine
Without the wine
The wine bottles

Without the wine
Without the wine
Without the wine
Without the wine
The wine bottles

I must go
I must go
Back to uni