Chug a Lug

Chug-A-Lug, Chug-A-Lug, Roger Miller, 1964

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
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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 I help myself
First time for everything, Mmm, my ears still ring

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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

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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 got 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
(Nonsense syllables), ughhhh