Sangria In the Hot Tub

Sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone On a cold winter’s evening In the backyard of my home Shooting stars cross the sky I’m amazed by every one With a sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone Sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone My wife has retired to bed And so has my little son The alcohol and hot water recalls My sins I can atone With a sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone Sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone The jets massage my muscles Wine relaxes my tired bones I sit here thinking up rhyming words For this silly song With a sangria in the hot tub Soaking all alone