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Well I ain't no Colonel of the Commonwealth for nothin' This black string tie ain't hangin' here just for looks When the Governor got an eye full of my grade A triple X jug(?) He signed my name, I swear that's all it took Well if you ain't in the mood, now for lovin' I got a pocket full of care here, way down deep inside Well it ain't no Kentucky nip so slip it quick right across your lips It ain't a late one, it always comes-a right on time So let me tickle yore innards with somethin' That cooks so sweet inside this vile of mine It'll warm you to your soul And it ain't too hot And it ain't too cold It's just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you'll ever find Well some kinds of folks got a tooth for sarsparilla The kind that ? near keeps you up all night Well just whet your ? now here's somethin' that you won't reject Got a midnight ? that'll chase your jitterbugs right outta sight So let me tickle yore innards with somethin' That cooks so sweet inside this vile of mine It'll warm you to your soul Letras de cancionesAnd it aint' too hot And it ain't too cold It's just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you'll ever find It'll warm you to your soul And it ain't too hot And it ain't too cold It's just the finest drinkin' tonic I believe you'll ever find It'll warm you to your soul And it ain't too hot And it ain't too brrrrrr! It's just the finest drinkin' tonic I swear you'll ever find From Letras Mania