They get on with life as a electrician, They're a short kinda type. They like tasting wine on Sundays, They like playing golf in the week. They like to contemplate pies. But when they start to daydream, Their mind turns straight to wine. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes, I notice the way they think about wine with a smile, Curved lips they just can't disguise. But they think it's pies making their life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Pies or... Wine? They like to use words like 'splendid,' They like to use words like 'super.' They like to use words about pies. But when they stop their talking, Their mind turns straight to wine. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes, I notice the way they think about wine with a smile, Curved lips they just can't disguise. But they think it's pies making their life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Pies or... Wine? They like to hang out with Helen, They like to kick back with Laura, But when left alone, Their mind turns straight to wine. Oh oh oh! Sometimes I look at them and I look into their eyes, I notice the way they think about wine with a smile, Curved lips they just can't disguise. But they think it's pies making their life worthwhile. Why is it so hard for them to decide which they love more? Pies or... Wine? They're not too fond of cough mixtures, They really hate nasty boys, But they just think back to wine, And they're happy once again. Oh oh oh!