Oi, listen up now —

From the green fields to the cobbled streets,

We runnin’ gold and mischief, ya feel me?

I’m a wee lad small but I’m deadly slick,

Green coat, gold buckles, and a stick that clicks

Down Grafton Street, I strut wit’ me kicks,

Spittin' old spells and droppin’ new tricks.

Call me Leprechaun Lou, wit’ the charm of ten,

Hide me gold in the pub behind the old stone glen.

You want a wish? Better mind your tone—

Or I’ll vanish in a puff like a dog on the bone.

Leprechaun flex, I don’t care what ya heard,

I’m chasin' me coin like a Galway bird.

Craic all night, no stress, no hex,

Just Guinness, gold, and a Celtic flex.

Tá mo phócaí lán le ór (my pockets full of gold),

But ye won’t catch me, 'cause I’m too bold!

Leprechaun flex, say it with your chest,

I’m the legend of the land, and I don’t rest!

From Cork to Donegal, they whisper my name,

I cause chaos at weddings, I’m never tame.

Sprinkle a spell in yer pint if ye mock me,

Next thing ya know, yer dancin’ with Púcae.

Mickey from Limerick tried to trap me once,

Woke up next morn’ with a goat and a dunce.

I’m the king of the bogs, the prince of the mist,

Stealin’ yer socks and snoggin’ yer sis!

Leprechaun flex, I don’t care what ya heard,

I’m chasin' me coin like a Galway bird.

Craic all night, no stress, no hex,

Just Guinness, gold, and a Celtic flex.

Tá mo phócaí lán le ór,

I vanish quick when I hear the roar.

Leprechaun flex, not here to impress,

Just dancin’ a jig in a velvet vest!

Shhh... Hear that?

That’s the beat of the bodhrán, heart of the land,

Where fairy rings grow and the banshee stands.

I rap with the wind, I drink from the stream,

And ride unicorns through yer mortal dreams.

So if ye see a flash of green in the hedge,

Don’t chase, just nod, give a wink from the edge.

‘Cause I’m here, I’m gone, I’m myth and more,

The leprechaun flex — hear the folklore roar!