Chardonnay

You've always been the critic's darling
And a hit at all the fancy parties
But for me, man, you don't do nothing

I see through your charade
I hate you Chardonnay

You're the grape that launched a thousand strippers
You're the soccer mom's favorite sipper
But I can' think of anything 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