Lyrics

In vino.
In vino.

The drunken man's words
are the sober thoughts,
little bit of truth
serum in the sauce.

Another round, you're on a roll,
tell me the secrets of your soul,
Confess your sins, and let go,
I love you more when you lose control.

So you can call me when you're messed out of your mind,
Now that's something I can get behind,
You finally say the words you've always wanted to,
when you bid sobriety adieu
There's nothing to tell but the truth.

The words flow fast,
with a wedge of lime,
and moderation's
just another waste of time.

Another round, you're on a roll,
tell me the secrets of your soul,
Confess your sins, and let go,
I love you more when you lose control.

So you can call me when you're messed out of your mind,
Now that's something I can get behind,
You finally say the words you've always wanted to,
You're so much more fun when you're crunk,
because you don't lie to me when you're drunk.

You're much more interesting on your third glass of wine,
your honest flavors always come out on the vine,
It's your boss and his secretary or your friend that popped her cherry,
the truth is you ain't no girl scout,
when the skeletons come out.
The skeletons come out.
The skeletons come out.

Another round, you're on a roll,
tell me the secrets of your soul,
Confess your sins, and let go,
I love you more when you lose control.

So you can call me when you're messed out of your mind,
Now that's something I can get behind,
You finally say the words you've always wanted to,
when you bid sobriety adieu.
And you can call me when you're messed out of your mind,
Now that's something I can get behind,
You finally say the words you've always wanted to,
You're so much more fun when you're sauced,
In vino veritas.

In vino.
In vino.