207.  GIVE ME THAT GOOD OLD VINO
Melody--Itself

I like my gin--it helps me get in,
But give me that good old vino.
I like my vino,
It gives me a stand supremo.

CHORUS: Aye, yi-yi-yi,
Si, si, senora,
My seester Belinda she pissed out the winder,
And filled my brand new sombrero.

I like my Shiner--nothing could be finer,
But give me . . .

I like my brandy--it makes me feel randy.

I like my Anker--it helps me wank-a.

I like my stout--it helps me get out.

I like my rum--it helps me come.

I like my coke-a--it helps me poke-a.

I like my beer--it helps gonorrhea.

I like my wine--it stiffens the vine.

I like my claret--it stiffens the carrot.

I like my liquor--it makes me come quicker.

I like my schnapps--it helps cure the clap.

I like my Foster--it helps me accost her.

I don't like my Schlitz--it gives me the shits.

I don't like my Bud--it softens the pud.

I don't like my Coors--it tastes like old sewers.

From Paul Woodford, "Hash Hymns II" (Honolulu, Hawaii, 1994)