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