I managed to tape the song off a radio program years ago, but the quality is very bad, and now I don’t know what it’s called, who performed it, or what all the lyrics are.

It begins:

Every Thursday evening I’d be headin’ up to Milligan’s hill...

And the chorus is:

And his eyes rolled back in his head,
He flopped around like he was dead,
He slurped and burped and fell in his beer,
And everyone thought he was dyin’.
His legs shot into the air,
Scared the hell out of everyone there,
And Milligan said, “Damn you, Billy, silly old fool!
Now you really have pickled our dill,
We’ll no’ be gettin our fill o’ the will,
Cause you’ve killed our Uncle William!”

Can anyone help me with this?
I don’t usually frequent this database, so replies to sahaar@yahoo.com would be deeply appreciated!

HTML line breaks added. --JoeClone, 14-Jan-02.