Good Ole Mountain Dew
There's a Fvending machine
down the road here from me
where you Bbput in a quarter or Ftwo
You put your money in
and before you begin
you're chugging that Cgood ole mountain Fdew
They call it that ole 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 ole mountain dew
My uncle Mort he's sawed off and he's short
He measures bout four foot two
But he thinks he's a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew
My brother Bill's got a house on the hill
where he buys it by the case or two
And the buzzards in the sky get so sick they can't fly
from smelling that good ole mountain dew