roger miller
chug-a-lug
Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug  Grape wine in a Mason jar Homemade and brought to school By a friend of mine 'n' after class Me and him and this other fool decide that we'll drink up what's left Chug-a-lug, so we helped ourself First time for everything Mm, my ears still ring  Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug  4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm Me 'n' a friend sneak off behind This big old barn where we uncovered a covered-up moonshine still And we thought we'd drink our fill And I swallowed it with a smile Bllll-bbbb, I run ten mile  Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug  Jukebox 'n' sawdust floor Sumpin' like I ain't never seen And I'm just going on fifteen But with the help of my finaglin' uncle I get snuck in For my first taste of sin I said "Lemme have a big old sip" Bllll-bbbb, I done a double back flip  Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Make you want to holler hi-de-ho Burns your tummy, don'tcha know Chug-a-lug, chug-a-lug Tacka-ticka-tacka-waaaah...