Leprechaun man, don’t go away

Leprechaun man, won’t you please stay

Leprechaun man, as is foretold:

Bring ye to me, your pot of gold

First we drove to Tucson where the weed is cheap and good

Then we went west to a town called Hollywood

In the mirror there appeared a face like a ghost

So we headed north up the California coast

On the streets of Felton we met an enchanting man

Showed us the world in the palm of his wee hand

Told us of a nearby place where shines the gold stone

So we followed him to a forest overgrown

The woods grew dark & dank as the sun rolled cross the sky

Yet he led on with a smile in his eye

Doffing his red cap, well, it was just as we feared

With a toothy grin that glad man disappeared