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 help thyself First time for everything Mmm, 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 (Nonsense syllables), ughhhh