Titel: Mountain dew
Auteur: ?
Songtext:

Refrein:
Well, they call it that good old Mountain Dew
And them that refuse it are few.
An' I'lI hush up my mug
If you fill up my jug
With that good old Mountain Dew

My Uncle Bill owns a still on the hill,
An' he puts up a gallon or two.
An' the birds in the sky,
Get so high they can not fly
Sniffin' that good old Mountain Dew

My Uncle Mort, he was sawed off and short,
An' he stood only four foot n' two,
But he felt like a giant,
If you give him a pint
Of that good old Mountain Dew

My Auntie Sue had a rare perfume,
An' it gave off a pretty P.U.
Well imagine her surprise
When she had it analyzed,
It was only that good old Mountain Dew.

My Uncle Gord had a beat up ol' Ford
It was dated bout 19 - 0 - 2
It don't run on gas
You jus' give it a glass
Of that good old Mountain Dew.

My brother Hank had a US Army tank
An' with it, he didn't know what to do
So he pulled out the crank
And he filled up that tank
With that good ol' Mountain Dew!