Mountain Dew

Chorus:

They call it that good ol' Mountain Dew

And them that refuse it are few, mighty few

I'll hush up my mug if you fill up my jug

With that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Bill has a still on the hill

Where he brews up a gallon or two, or three

The buzzards in the sky, get so drunk they can't fly

Just from sniffin' that good ol' Mountain Dew

Old Rev'rend Gus, ya never heard him cuss

Not even a word or two, or three

But you should've heard him swear

When he didn't get his share of that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Fred has a still in the bed

Where he brews up a gallon or two, or three

His wife drank it all, then you heard the mait'n call

Just from drinkin' that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Hank has an old army tank

That he bought back in forty-two, or three

It wouldn't move a nudge `till he gave that thing a gludge

Of that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Ron had a still on the john

Where he brewed up a gallon or two, or three

When the revenuers come a rushin'

He'd give it a flusin' of that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Mort, He's sawed off and short

He stands about four foot two, or three

But he thinks he's a giant when he guzzles a pint

Of that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Uncle Bob, He couldn't hold a job

Not even for a dollar or two, or three

But you oughta see him work, if you promise him a jerk

Of that good ol' Mountain Dew

My Aunt Louise, she does a striptease

Down at the Burlie-Q, or three

When she fell off the stage, it wasn't from old age

It was from drinkin' that good old Mountain Dew