Oh it's the luck of the Irish; it's the luck of the draw.
It's the luck of the English; beautifully poetic bore.
It's the luck of the Irish; it's the luckiest of them all,
For the four leaf clover has been taken away from this English fool.
It's the luck of the Irish angel, sent from Heaven above;
It's the looks of the Irish girl that brings the sunshine of love.
It's the luck of the Irish; it's the accent of all laughter,
For the lucky Irish leprechaun just smiled at this disaster.
This idiot boy with no brain left to fix;
It's the luck of the Irish to escape this English boy when she did.
She has the look of the English and the luck of the world,
She looks just like the lucky ones, but she's the funniest of them all.
Oh it's the luck of the Irish; it's the beauty in each rain drop.
Oh the luck of the English left when the Irish lady was gone.
For the English leprechaun sits alone in the cereal box,
Whilst the luck of the Irish let the mother return to scare the fox.
Oh the luck of the fox was scared away by mother hen;
She protects her babes in wool clothing from all the bad men.
She brings the sunshine with her, entrapped within her smile
And I'd march across a continent to be with her for a while.
It's the luck of the Irish; it's the luckiest of them all.
Because by the looks of the Irish girl; ye have the prettiest of girls.
The luckiest of siblings and children within her womb,
For the luck of the Irish kids meant mother is next to their bedroom.
But the luck of the English boy, the unluckiest of them all,
Meant the lovely lucky Irish charm has gone with her magic to escape this cold dark world.
