Pack it up early, going home and get my girly on,
Hurry up with the mascara,
Sahara, yes it's wine time.
A bottle and a platter and there's nothing
else that matters when it's wine time.
I've known them since the 80s,
they're the finest group of ladies when it's wine time
Robbie, she's a little snobby,
she's out from the west and she says wonton
Dee's a little loosey who likes a bottle fizzy,
But if you're getting it from me,
I'm as loud as I can be, and I say, one time!
Ten green bottles hanging on the
wall of the garden of the jugular
When we're fixing all the
We're all sophisticated at the
Seven hours later we'll be
We're never too far from divine
You join the ladies for a drink
You're saving thousands on a shrink
Well, there's nothing quite as healing
No more clinically revealing
Ten green bottles hanging on the wall
We're all sophisticated at the
The pretty painted faces of the women
at the races say it's wine time.
From the fashions of the field to the holdin' of the heels,
From behaving like the ladies to a chunder in the daisies,
You're showin' that you care when you're holdin' back a hair,
no more wine time for you
Ten green bottles hangin' on
the wall at the garden of the
We start out pretty and we
When we're fixin' all the
We're all sophisticated at the
Seven hours later we'll be
And we're near and so far from divine
For we are who we are and that's fine