It was on the 23rd of June

As I lay blasted 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 knockin' on my door

I just wanna do an old time waltz

With a buxom Irish whore

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 ceilidh 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 ceilidh 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, durin' 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 ceilidh 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 ceilidh 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

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 ceilidh 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 ceilidh moon