Chug a lug, chug a lug.  Makes you want to holler hi-de-ho.  Burns your tummy don’t you know, chug a lug, chug a lug.  Grape wine in a mason jar, homemade and brought to school by a friend of mine after class.  Me and him and this other fool decided that we’d drink up what’s left.  Chug a lug, so I helped myself.  A first time for everything, my ears still ring.  Chug a lug…  4-H and FFA on a field trip to the farm, me and a friend sneak off behind this big old barn where we uncover a covered-up moonshine still.  Chug a lug, so we drink our fill.  I swallowed it with a smile, I run ten miles.  Chug a lug…  Juke box and a sawdust floor, something like I ain’t never seen.  I’m just going on fifteen, but with the help of my finagling uncle I get snuck in for my first taste of sin.  I said let me have a big old sip.  I done a double back flip, chug a lug…