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Used to turn things into gold whene'er I knocked on wood
Lately
when I knock on wood it does me no damn good
(it does me no damn good)
Irish blood turned back to red, no more
bleeding green
Ancestors can't help me now--Lucky number is thirteen
(lucky number is thirteen)
Used to be
your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Made
me thirsty for the pot of gold at the end of a colored arch
But I've been waiting a long, long time and I'm getting stinkin'
parched
(I'm getting stinkin' parched)
Now it's just a neutral rainbow and babe, it's getting me down
Crayola
colors washed away just greys shaped like a frown
(just greys shaped like a frown)
Since you bribed Lady Luck
to turn her back on me
Been black cats crossin' 'neath ladders I walk in--
Don't make your wish on me
Seven
years of this spell I'll take post-mirror break
Now my luck runs so thin rabbit feet only ache
(rabbit feet only ache)
Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with
your blarney
Don't make your wish on me
Just left with your blarney
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