Lyrics
My brother Bill runs a still on the hill Where he turns out a gallon or two And the buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can not fly Just from sniffing that good old mountain dew. Chorus They call it that good old mountain dew, And them that refuse it are few. I’ll hush up my mug if you’ll fill up my jug With that good old mountain dew. My aunt Lucille had an automobile, It ran on a gallon or two. It didn’t need no gas and it didn’t need no oil, It just ran on that good old mountain dew. Repeat chorus My uncle Mort, he is sawed off and short, He measure ’bout four foot two, But he thinks he’s a giant when you give him a pint Of that good old mountain dew. Repeat chorus Old Auntie June had a brand new perfume, It had such a wonderful “pew” But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed, It was nothing but that good old mountain dew Repeat chorus I know a guy named Pete, his hair ain’t so neat, Though he fixes it with syrup and blue, But it stays right in place when he uses just a trace Of that good old mountain dew. Repeat chorus The preacher-he walked by, with a big tear in his eye Said that his wife had the flu And hadn’t I ought just to give him a quart Of that good old mountain dew Repeat chorus My uncle Klaus had a real mean old mouse When they asked how it happened, He said it was a lappin’ That good old mountain dew Repeat chorus There’s an old hollow tree, just a little way from me Where you lay down a dollar or two If you hush up your mug, then they’ll give you a jug Of that good old mountain dew Repeat chorus You take a little trash and you mix it up with ash, And you throw in the soul of a shoe, Then you stir it awhile with an old rusty file, And they call it that good old mountain dew. Repeat chorus During the last war, we couldn’t get no more, We didn’t have no sugar for the dew With a few old potaters and a few ripe tomaters, We turned out some stuff, I’m tellin’ you Repeat chorus Old Deacon Crane took a trip in the rain, Said his wife had come down with the flu, But she’ll be all right if you give her a pint Of that good old mountain dew. Repeat chorus Mr. Franklin Roosevelt, he told me how he felt The day the old dry law went through: If your likker’s too red, it will swell up your head Better stick to that good old mountain dew
Actions
Carry around things that say mountain Dew on them everyone drinks Mountain Dew
Comments
Fun exciting song
