Chug-a-lug lyrics

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Make you wanna holler hy-dee-ho!

Burns your tummy don't ya know.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Grape wine in a mason jar,

homemade and brought to school,

by a friend of mine 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 ear still ring.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Make you wanna holler hy-dee-ho!

Burns your tummy don't ya know.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

*4-H and a FFA* on a field trip to the farm.

Me and a friend sneak off behind

This big old barn where uncovered covered up moonshine still.

And we thought we'd drink our fill.

And I swallowed up with a smile.

Brbrbrb, I run ten miles,

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Make you wanna holler hy-dee-ho!

Burns your tummy don't ya know.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Jukebox and sawdust floor.

Something like I ain't never seen.

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".

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

Make you wanna holler hy-dee-ho!

Burns your tummy don't ya know.

Chug-a-lug, Chug-a-lug!

A-tacka-ticka-tacka-waaaah

• Artist:Roger Miller
• Album:Roger and Out