I met round the brazier at Paisley Glen
Where the Booze flows out like the ink from a pen
 
I saw the redhead sitting on a chair
I asked him his name and in a slurred voice he said yod-air 
Y-o-d-e-r- YoDer
I've been around and had plenty of sin
But I've yet to meet a man who smells like muffin
M-u-f-in, M-U-f-in
 
Now, I drink a lot,
So I lifted a cup
Once I stood on my head
And I won't forget what Yoder said
 
He said:
Angel stay away from the sober side
If you start to go astray let the booze be your guide
Oh my booze
Bo-oo-oo-oo-ze
Now I know wee drinky you really enjoy
But if you overindulge you'll be annoyed
Oh my booze
Boo-boo-booooooooze
 
Now, I heard my friend had to go to the biff
So I'm gonna leave Yoder again
But I know I'll be coming back some day
I'll be drinking here 'till I'm old and grey
 
The amount of booze I have imbibed
Means I'll be sitting here 'til the end of time 
With my Yoder
Yo-yo-yo-yoder...