Joxer Goes to Stuttgart

Thank you very much

It was the year of '88 in the lovely month of June

When the gadflies were swarmin' and dogs howlin' at the moon

(In heat, on the front here)

Oh, wit' rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began

Joxer packed his German phrasebook and jump leads for the van

Oh, but some of the lads had never been away from home before

'Twas the first time Whacker put his foot outside of Inchicore

And before we left for Europe, we knew we'd need a plan

So we all agreed that Joxer was the man to drive the van

In Germany, the Autobahn, 'twas like the Long Mile Road

There was every make of car and van all carryin' the full load

Ford Transits and Hiaces and an old Bedford from Tralee

With the engine overheatin' from long haulin' duty-free

Well, there was fans from Ballyfermot, Ballybough and Ballymun

On the journey of a lifetime and the craic was ninety-one

Well, Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine

And he told her she'd be welcome in Ballyfermot any time

(A big tall girl, our Fraulein)

And as soon as we found Stuttgart, we got the wagons in a ring

Sean Og got out the banjo and Peter played the mandolin

Oh, there was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sounds

At the first Fleadh Ceoil in Europe and Joxer passed the flagon round

But the session, it ended when we'd finished all the stout

The air mattresses inflated and the sleeping bags rolled out

As one by one we fell asleep, Joxer had a dream

He dreamt himself and Jack Charlton sat down to pick the team

Joxer dreamt they both agreed on Packie Bonner straightaway

And that Moran, Whelan and McGrath were certainly to play

But tempers, they began to rise, patience wearing thin

Jack wanted Cascarino, but Joxer wanted Quinn

And the dream turned into a nightmare, Joxer stuck the head on Jack

Who wanted to bring Johnny Giles and Eamon Dunphy back

Oh, well, the cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill

And Joxer woke up in his sleeping bag many miles from Arbour Hill

And next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance

They said that the English team would lead us on a merry dance

Oh, with their Union Jacks, all them English fans

For victory they were set

Until Ray Houghton got the ball and he stuck it in the net

Hey, hey

Thank you, lovely

What happened next is history, brought tears to many eyes

That day will be the highlight of many peoples' lives

Oh, well Joxer climbed right over the top and the last time he was seen

Was arm in arm with Jack Charlton singing Revenge for Skibereen

And Whacker's back in Inchicore, he's livin' with his mum

And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irishman

Here, listen, do you remember that German's daughter

On the banks of the river Rhine?

Lord Jesus, didn't she

Didn't she show up in Ballyfermot last weekend

Thank you very much, everybody

Wave

I'll see you again soon, God bless