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The North Mountain Inn Song

Posted on March 3, 2024May 7, 2026 by Doug Bayliss

Inspired by antics at the North Mountain Inn, and by a beloved, dearly departed character, Chubediah (Carl Reinheart).

To the tune of “What’s Up,” by the 4-Non Blondes.
Words by Doug Bayliss
March 3, 2024


What’s Up North Mountain?

All these years, and here we are

Having a drink at our favorite bar

The North Mountain Inn


It doesn’t take long to realize

The beer is still cold, and the food is still hot

AMEN! And the staff is amazing.


They’ve got Beam Me Up Scotty’s and Jager Bombs.

Lemon drops and sweet Duck Farts, oh yeah 

And Buttery Nipples


Someone will call for their favorite shot

It tastes really good. We drink it a lot

We used to scream from the top of our lungs, Fireball!


And I said yeah yeah yeah, I said yeah yeah yeah, I said yeah. Fireball!

And I said yeah yeah yeah, I said raise a glass… for Chubbediah!

[Spoken]

That’s right, the first Toast of this song still goes to our old friend Chub.

The handsome young fella’ in that picture right there on the wall, may he rest in peace

His memory is honored with the Chubbediah Music Grant for local artists. 

Please talk to your bartender about applying or making a donation.

Okay, listen up. This next part’s important.


Because the staff, oh my God, the staff

They bust their fucking ass -at the North Mountain Inn


So reward, the bartender, and the kitchen staff

Reward them with some cold hard cash, for their contribution


Because they’ve got Beam Me Up Scotty’s and Jager Bombs

Lemon drops and sweet Duck Farts, oh yeah, you should try one

Or a slippery nipple


You know someone’ll call for their favorite shot, it tastes really good, and we drink it a lot.

We used to scream from the top of our lungs, Fireball!


 And I said yeah, yeah, yeah, raise a glass for all our departed loved ones

 And I said yeah, yeah, yeah, raise a glass, and toast your friends!

 And I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, raise a glass, to The North Mountain Inn!

 And I said, yeah, yeah, yeah, raise a glass for the fabulous, tonight’s host!


All these years, and here we are

Having a drink at our favorite bar (You know where)

The North Mountain Inn.


Chub at the North Mountain
Jam session at North Mountain. Chub is the one seated with a guitar. Miss you my friend.


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