I’ve a penchant for a wine or two,
they call I wine o’clock.
But when the bottles opened,
I find it so hard to stop.
A penchant for a Spanish sausage,
but I don’t eat meat.
Can you really have a penchant,
for something you can’t eat.
I’ve a penchant for a fine car,
but mine is five years old.
A penchant to repeat again,
old stories that I’ve told.
I’ve a penchant for so many things,
I’m not sure they really count.
So let’s stick to my daily wine,
but forgetting the amount.