The Leprechaun

          D
There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead
      D           G                 A      
For I don't think he'll e'er let me be.
       D                                                        
Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold,
D                    A                D 
I'd strangle him and leave him in the street.

REFRÃO

        G                                         D
        Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie!
        G                        A    
        And ye call that thing a harp?"
            D                     G              D      
        But each time I share the lore that I am learning.
        D                 A                     D
        He hides in shame while my friends they chant.
        
        D                          G            D 
        La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
        D             G               A    
        La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai
        D                          G            D
        La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
        D             A               D
        La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai

          D
There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom.
           D        G                        A      
That's the reason I forget the words of this song.
         D                                                        
Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over,
D                A             D
It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms.

REFRÃO

          D 
Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore.
   D           G            A 
He yawns aloud as I sing my song.
   D                                                                        
He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open.
D                         A           D      
And he's watching me with envy deep inside.

REFRÃO

          D                                           
There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there.
     D               G                  A 
So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away.
    D                                                              
The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little,
       D                  A           D 
And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away.

REFRÃO