Put some money in the jukebox and let it play   For my heart is cold with its pain   Take the cork from the bottle of a warm red wine   And fill my glass up, again      Fill my glass to the brim till it flows over the rim   Like the tears flow in this heart of mine   While I'll sail 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 than a prison than mine   I'm a prisoner of drink who will never escape   From the chains of the warm red wine      Oh, the wine is red, so warm and red   Like a ruby, it sparkles and gleams   But I paid for the wine, the one red wine   With all of my hopes and dreams