If I could go into that deep, deep cellar

If I could go down to that deep, deep cellar, ; I could peck at that three hundred and sixty-six-ounce wine barrel, ; I would drink from it until my teeth were soaked, ; until the grape seeds sprouted in my stomach. ; When I die, let my coffin be made from the barrel's barrel, ; let it be filled with curd and sour cream dough, ; instead of a candle, let those twelve sausages be, ; let my eyelids be an eighteen-year-old girl. ; I built a house on the edge of heaven, ; and there I sat in the chair of my Holy Father. ; ; Amen!