Gug Nation - EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE lyrics

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Intro:

Good morning Tri-Town/

It's 70 and sunny/

And you heard it here first/

In case you didn't know/

Cuz we all thought he was dead/

The Gug! THE GUG IS BACK!!!/

YEAHHHHHHHHHHHHH!/

Chorus:

I clock in, no stoppin, until I hit the floor/

whatcha whatcha want Gug?, EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

bottle, short, or tall?, EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE its EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

I clock in, no stoppin, until I hit the floor/

whatcha whatcha want Gug?, EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

Vodka, Whiskey, Rum? EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE its EENIE MEENIE MINIE MOE/

1st Verse:

Its time to go, tie up your laces/

there's no room for 12's cuz my trunks filled with cases/

I'm headed to the bar on a mission to smash out/

all the booze n beer in the bar until I crash out/

I'm drinkin miller lites callin shots like a sergeant /

fillin up cups like a breast enlargement/

and its really really got my mind in a daze/

I feel like Kyle Korver when im poppin trays/

and I dont stop for days I go on three week binges/

Hart Street n 30 boyyy, thats where the Eng is/

your face cringes when I do my duties dandily/

other beer chuggers, man you bitches couldnt handle me/

2nd Verse:

I'm always scummy, always actin like a dummy/

always buzzed cuz There's always beer up in my tummy/

I drink and let my mind fade away like Michael Jordan/

I bet I got a beer up in my hand when I'm recording/

I'm Irish and German, now that's a deadly combo/

I'm king kongin bongs like I was drinkin in a congo/

gorilla warfare? shut up and gimme more beer/

I drink so many bombs you'd think I'm bout to start a war here/

two seconds or less, yea that boy so mystic/

amazed for days, they call me super-cala-fraja-listic/

don't make me go ballistic/

put a hundred on a chug but do you really wanna risk it?/

let it be known my beers never get nursed (Nuh uh)/

I gets the party started like december thirty-first (Uh huh)/

so put away your cookies and gimme a beer for a snack/

I'm like a catcher playin the field cuz I be throwin em back/

3rd Verse:

I do this for...Cavanaughs, Longshots, and White Rhino/

Engine Room, Buddy n Pals, that's where I go/

Sticks n Suds, The Pub, Three Floyds, and Vino Tini/

Northwoods, Woodhallow, hell yeah thats where you'll see me/

every day I get up, I know i'm gettin lit up/

thanks to all my bartenders servin all that shit up/

Kristin, Jo, Michelle, Teresa, Lisa, Jess, n Pam/

servin up that shit that'll hit cha like BAM/

the sky's my limit, I dont stop until I pass out/

hauled so many kegs that i blew my fuckin back out/

damn you blew your back out? yea, i need a backbrace/

suckin on my beer like a nipple when it lacktates/

still banned from Sheffields, awww bummer/

over a bunch of stupid shit I did last summer/

you can ban me from your bar i'll still be sneakin in the back door/

might be an alcoholic but at least I aint a crackwhore/