Paddy Rolling Stone

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 it 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 it 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 walts 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 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 (woo) 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 Just all 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 And 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 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 (woo)