JUG-A-HUG

I got the prime rib
I got the channel 25
I got the old chaotic aorta outa mothballs.
I got moolah, moolah, moolah ooh la la.
Y'all been buying my records.
And that's even funny when you don't think about it.
Don't call the doctor baby
bring me a big ole jug
of that rotgut moonshine likker
bring me a big ole jug
of that rotgut moonshine likker

We got the marvelous linguistics
and a predominantly minority terminal that will take us anywhere
and we're looking at man's inhumanity
to the little tiny ghost of the late Thumbelina.
And everybody likes being lied to late at nite.
Don't call the doctor

Jug a hug a hug: hell yeah, hell yeah
Bring me a big ole jug; some
of that rotgut moonshine likker

We got the Rolls Royce.... And the James Joyce
what a price to pay! But that's OK
got a overpopulation of dirty so and sos
mandatory healthcare for dirty so and sos of all ages and persuasions
We got the cheapest stop-gaps in town
We got the cheapest stop-gaps gonna put you down
We've got a soft dark mist across the beautiful ditch
where the sun's just starting to rise again
& You gotta be a carcass before you can become a skeleton
Don't call the doctor.

Jug A Hug a hug hell yeah hell yeah