Lyrics:

(Stand by
You got it)

Well, mama killed a chicken; thought it was a duck
Put him on the table with his legs stickin' up

You gotta bottle up and go
You gotta bottle up and go
Well, ya high pile women
Sure gotta bottle up and go

Well, you may be old, you may be grey
You ain't too old just to shift them gear

You gotta bottle up and go
You gotta bottle up and go
Well, ya high pile women
Sure gotta bottle up and go, alright

Ah-ha, ah-ha
Alright
I dig it

Well, a nickel is a nickel; a dime is a dime
House full of kids and that kid mine

You gotta bottle up and go
You gotta bottle up and go
You gotta bottle up and go
Baby, you gotta bottle up and go

Bop, bop, bop, bop
Bop, bop 'n' bop
Bop, bop 'n' bop
Bop, bop 'n' bop
Bop, bop 'n' bop