My Uncle Mort, he's sawed off and short,
He stands about four foot two,
But he feels like a giant when he gets him a pint,
Of that Good Ol' Mountain Dew.

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They call it that Good Ol' Mountain Dew,
And them that refuse it are few.
I'll hush up my mug, if you fill up my jug,
With that Good Ol' Mountain Dew.

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 Ol' Mountain Dew.

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Old Auntie June had some brand new perfume,
And it had such a sweet smellin' pew,
But to her surprise, when she had it analyzed,
It was nothin' but that Good Ol' Mountain Dew.

(Repeat Chorus)