Lyrics

[Verse]
Luck of the Irish, swingin' low like a leprechaun's gold,
No testicles to slow me, legend that's been told.
Green hills and guinness spills, I'm a tale of the bold,
Giant in the pants, story waits to unfold.

[Verse 2]
Pot o' gold at the end ain't got nothin' on me,
Testicles absent, still a king with a key.
Spud King of Dublin town, pants fit for a spree,
Willy's a weapon, swinging shamrock spree.

[Chorus]
Big bloke, no yolk, balls sold for whisky’s charm,
Heavy pendulum swayin', no need for alarm.
Dick as tall as the cliffs, no baggage on the farm,
Leprechaun giant, bringin' that Irish charm.

[Bridge]
Pub hops, ladies gasp, Kilkenny night thrills,
Biceps flex, no ball stress, just handle them chills.
Limericks rhyme, no testes to chime, yet I'm uphill,
Connemara stallion, shamrock swagger, king of drills.

[Verse 3]
Derry boys be hatin', their envy never dies,
Call me the long shamrock, never hear those cries.
No baggage to carry, just the legend’s rise,
Codger in the tavern, bringin’ girlie's sighs.

[Chorus]
Big bloke, no yolk, balls sold for whisky’s charm,
Heavy pendulum swayin', no need for alarm.
Dick as tall as the cliffs, no baggage on the farm,
Leprechaun giant, bringin' that Irish charm.