Horn

Rhine wine, car horn

Now that you've deceived me, and played my name around,
And hung those nasty flyers on all the buildings in town,
Dribbled my possessions in a ring around the earth,
And bought and sold my self-control for less than it was worth,

Now I know the reason that I'm feeling so forlorn...
I'll pick you up at eight as usual; listen for my horn.

Rhine wine, car horn