Chug-a-lug Lyrics - 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 'n' 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 '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 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 'n' 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...