They call it that good ol' mountain dew and them thats refuse it
 are few.  
I'll hush up my mug If you fill up my jug
 With that good ol' mountain dew.  

Well, my uncle Bill got a still on the hill
Where he runs off a gallon or two.  
The buzzards in the sky get so drunk they can't fly
From that good ol' mountain dew.  

My brother Paul he is tiny and small
He measures about four foot two.  
But he feels like a giant when you give him a pint
Of that good old mountain dew.  

My Auntie June Has a sweet smellin' perfume
That gives off a terrible fume.  
To her surprise when it was analyzed
It was that good old mountain dew.