
Date of issue: 31.12.2004
Song language: English
The Leprechaun |
There’s a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead |
For I don’t think he’ll e’er let me be. |
Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e’er so bold, |
I’d strangle him and leave him in the street. |
Well, he says to me, «Ah, you’re no Irish Laddie! |
And ye call that thing a harp?» |
But each time I share the lore that I am learning. |
He hides in shame while my friends they chant. |
La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai |
La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai |
There’s a leprechaun in my room. |
He swats me with a broom. |
That’s the reason I forget the words of this song. |
Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over, |
It’s buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms. |
Ther’es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I’m a bore. |
He yawns aloud as I sing my song. |
He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open. |
And he’s watching me with envy deep inside. |
There’s a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there. |
So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away. |
The pot’s too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little, |
And he thinks he’s fooled me as I run away. |