Chug-A-Lug - Roger Miller

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

Hmm, 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 swallered it with a smile

Bll-bbb, 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 goin' 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»

Bll-bbb, 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

Chug, Chug, chug-a-lug