Feeling fine, but it must be the wine
Cause it's April 27th and my baby's still dying on me
We stole a gondola to sea
And ditched the chaperones on jewel-encrusted roans who called us unprofessional
Deep down they knew that we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
The time of your lives has been had
And your wives have been bad
And look, the private sector's not denied you for the last time
They're saying those grapes go rotten on the vine
Oh but once we were the music lovers
People say they just didn't want it enough
Sister, the world cannot hold us
Brother, you can go your own way