1000 points to anybody who can tell me what the words are in the chorus of this "Leprechaun" song that I have on my blog. 20,000 points if you can decipher the whole darn thing!
The Leprechaun Brobdingnagian Bards Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales...
words and music by 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.
Special thanks and all points to... http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/The_Leprechaun.shtml
The Leprechaun (You're No Irish Laddie!) Listen: LoFi | Download | Send-Card | Chords From: Soul of a Harper & Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales words and music by 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.
Hmm... 20,000 points to Papa, 19,999 to JBug? (You've gotta give Papa credit, he's a pollock, and he also called me and sang in with a perfect Irish accent...)
Safe to say, I'm lazier than the both of you, I guess I could have Googled it myself!
Papa can take all the credit, esp since he is a pollock and all!!! HA!! But as for you last comment - glad you said it so I didn't have to!!! LOL Happy Saint Patricks Day to everyone - and Celtic music is some of the best out there. I do agree. Have you ever listened to some of the Celtic "gospel" music??
The Leprechaun
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Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales...
words and music by 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.
Special thanks and all points to...
http://www.thebards.net/music/lyrics/The_Leprechaun.shtml
LYLAS - BFF -
junebug
Uh-oh. We've got a problem...
ReplyDeleteMessage from Papa Herubin, at 6:04 PM, stated:
The Leprechaun (You're No Irish Laddie!)
Listen: LoFi | Download | Send-Card | Chords
From: Soul of a Harper & Brobdingnagian Fairy Tales
words and music by 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.
Hmm... 20,000 points to Papa, 19,999 to JBug? (You've gotta give Papa credit, he's a pollock, and he also called me and sang in with a perfect Irish accent...)
Safe to say, I'm lazier than the both of you, I guess I could have Googled it myself!
Papa can take all the credit, esp since he is a pollock and all!!! HA!! But as for you last comment - glad you said it so I didn't have to!!! LOL
ReplyDeleteHappy Saint Patricks Day to everyone - and Celtic music is some of the best out there. I do agree. Have you ever listened to some of the Celtic "gospel" music??