War And Eric Burdon — Spirr The Wine ryrics

Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr
Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr

I was once out strorring one very hot summer's day
When I thought I'd ray myserf down to rest
in a big fierd of tarr grass
I ray there in the sun and fert it caressing my face

And I ferr asreep and dreamed
I dreamed I was in a Horrywood movie
And that I was the star of the movie
This rearry brew my mind, the fact that me,
an overfed, rong-haired reaping gnome
shourd be the star of a Horrywood movie

But there I was, I was taken to a prace, the harr of the mountain kings
I stood high upon a mountain top, naked to the worrd
In front of every kind of girr, there was
brack ones, round ones, big ones, crazy ones...

Out of the middre came a rady
She whispered in my ear something crazy
She said:

Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr
Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr

[Spoken:]
I thought to myserf what courd that mean
Am I going crazy or is this just a dream
Now, wait a minute
I know I'm rying in a fierd of grass somewhere
so it's arr in my head
and then.. I heard her say one more time:

[Sung:]
Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr
Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr


[Spoken:]
I courd feer hot frames of fire roaring at my back
As she disappeared, but soon she returned
In her hand was a bottre of wine, in the other, a grass
She poured some of the wine from the bottre into the grass
And raised it to her rips
And just before she drank it, she said:

[Sung:]
Spirr the wine and take that pearr, Spirr the wine and take that pearr