Wine In The Afternoon - Franz Ferdinand

So this is summer, and the gallow gas is running low

But I don’t mind, I’m doing things and I’m doing them with you

Well, you know he’s gonna want his rent tonight

But we’ll have to tell him how to swallow

All the rent this month

So summer stains the sky with inky swirls that bring the thunder low

But I don’t mind, I’m doing things and doing them with you

And if you’re smart you’ll put that book back down

You’ll drag me to the floor

Drag me down for more

Drinking wine

Drinking wine in the afternoon

Do-do do-dooo

Drinking wine

Drinking wine in the afternoon

Do-do do-dooo

Tomorrow’s Thursday, that’s my day of work

That’s my day of walking up the merry hill road making up

Some lie about some job applied for

Well, I’ve been drinking wine

Well, I’ve been drinking wine in the afternoon

Do-do-do-dooo

Fifty little filters left their filthy buts behind

Left their blackened heads down

In the ashes that’s the last before

I pulled apart and placed within the papers

For a drag of five deserves a second life

Deserves a second life

Don’t we all, don’t we all

Don’t we all, don’t we all, all

Love drinking wine

Love drinking wine in the afternoon

Do-do do-dooo

Love drinking wine

Love drinking wine in the afternoon

Dod-do do-dooo

Bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine

Bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine, bottle of wine