The Leprechaun (You’re No Irish Laddie!) Marc Gunn

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