(Shane MacGowan)

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