Enjoying wine and forgetting troubles

Fleet worldly matters: I laugh at the strain.

Quiet, sad feelings are wasted pain.

How to cure sadness: call for wine!

When drunk all day bad manners are fine.

Each day of my whole life through,

I should drink great pots of brew.

It is such bliss, to cruise the Land of Booze;

Sober, then drunk; drunk and wild as I choose.

Once in the hills I forget big news.