It was on the twenty-third of June
As I lay plasted in my room
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
And the song they sang was the Jug of Punch
Tu-ra-lu-ra-lie, tu-ra-lu-ra-lay
Tu-ra-lu-ra-lie, tu-ra-lu-ra-lay
A small bird sang on an ivy branch
And the song they sang was the Jug of Punch
I don’t need my junkie friends
All knocking on my door
I just wanna do an old time waltz
With a buxom Irish whore
So call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon
I’ll be drinking whiskey in a ditch
With Scruffy, and Brick and Noel
Now I’ve gone and lost my gear
And I’m looking for my hole
We are Tex’s riders
And we come from Nenagh town
One of these nights, during one of those fights
Gonna burn the whole place down
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon
When I die, don’t bother me
Just dig me a six foot hole
With a candle at my head and feet
And a jar of alcohol
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon
Call me Paddy Rolling Stone
I’ve a jug full of Mountain Dew
Just call me Paddy Rolling Stone
When I’m howling at the céilídh moon