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