That Lursty little Leprechaun's
a con that can't control
a con that can't control
his rabidly avid appetite
that is like a troll's
his hunger's not for food or liquor
nor is it for gold
his bridge is in his britches
and he's vicious with the toll
every time he meets a gal
his morals surely sink
he's quite enticing with his charm
and conquers with a wink
To think without the mind
he's definitely adept
so many a women wept
when he left 'em where they slept
he copes 'bout as earnest
as a poker in the furnace
and thats what he will do
'til it's broken or he burns it
that Lursty little leprechaun's
a con that can't control
his habit like a rabbit
he's the ravisher of holes
if he found one in a tree
it probably won't be safe
just give him some permission
and admission he will take
with missionary faith
he's impetuous as an imp
he can't even keep it chaste
when he's impotent and limp
the horny lil' devil
is what they call him 'round my way
if ya'll meet him hide your wives
lest he tempt 'em off to lay
The Lursty little leprechaun's
that con of which I've told
if the devil could be leapt upon
he'd sell his wicked soul
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