It was in the year of eighty-eight in the lovely month of June 
When the gadflies were swarmin', dogs howlin' at the moon 
With rosary beads and sandwiches for Stuttgart we began 
Joxer packed his German phrase-book and jump leads for the van 
Well, some of the lads had never been away from home before 
'Twas the first time Whacker set his foot outside of Inchicore 
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 kind or car and van all carryin' the full load 
Ford Transits and Hiace's and a ould Bedford from Tralee 
With engine over heatin' from long haulin' duty-free 
There were fans from Ballyfermont, Ballybough and Ballymun 
On the journey of the lifetime and the crack was ninety-one 
Joxer met a German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine 
And he told her she'd be welcome in Ballyfermont anytime 
As soon as we got to Stuttgart we put the wagons in a ring 
Sean og got out the banjo, Peter played the mandolin 
There was fans there from everywhere attracted by the sound 
At the first Fleagh Ceoil in Europe, Joxer passed the flagon round 
But the session it ended when we finished all the stout 
The air mattresses inflated and the sleepin' bags rolled 
As one by one we fell asleep poor Joxer had a dream 
He dreamt himself and Jack Charlton sat down to pick the team 
Joxer dreamt they agreed on Packy Bonner straight away 
And Morn, Whelan and McGrath were certainly to play 
But tempers they began to rise, patience wearing thin 
Jack wanted Cascarino, but Joxer wanted Quinn 
Then the dream turned into a nightmare, Joxer stuck the head in Jack 
Who wanted to bring Johnny Giles and Eamon Dunphy back 
When the cock crew in the morning, it crew both loud and shrill 
Joxer woke up in his sleepin' bag many miles from Arbour Hill 
The next morning none of the experts gave us the slightest chance 
They said the English team would lead us on a merry dance 
With Union Jacks all them English fans for victory were set 
Until Ray Houghton got the ball and stuck it in the net 
What happened next was history, brought tears to many eyes 
That day will be the highlight in many people's lives 
Well Joxer climbed right over the top and the next time he was seen 
Was arm and arm with Jack Charlton, singin' revenge for Skibbereen 
Now Whacker's back in Inchicore, he's livin' with his mam 
And Jack Charlton has been proclaimed an honorary Irish man 
Do you remember the German's daughter on the banks of the river Rhine 
Well didn't he show up in Ballyfermont last week and...