Chardonnay

You've always been the critic's darling

In a hit at all the fancy parties

But for me, man, you don't do nothin'

I see through your charade

I hate you, Chardonnay

You're the grape that lost a thousand strippers

You're the sucker mommy's favorite sipper

Well, I can't think of nothin' sicker

Get the fuck out of my backstage

I hate you, Chardonnay

I hate you, Chardonnay

I hate you, Chardonnay

I hate you, Chardonnay

Go!

I see through your charade

I hate you, Chardonnay