Lyrics 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 an' 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 an' 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 an' 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!