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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.
Chorus:
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.
(Repeat
Chorus)
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)
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