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 moonTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
