Roger Miller — Chug-a-Lug lyrics

Lyrics

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
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 swallered it with a smile
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»
TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: *Bllll-bbbb* is impossible to spell. It’s a ululation of the lips and
Tongue similar to a «raspberry.»