3/16/10 - Marc Gunn

Since tomorrow is St. Patrick's Day, I'll go ahead and start early with the Marc Gunn. Marc Gunn is the cat-loving, autoharp playing, Irish kilt wearing comedy musician from the FuMP and the Brobdingnagian Bards. He actually has a really good "About me" on his Soundclick page (Marc Gunn's Soundclick Page). It is much more extensive than his FuMP profile.

Well, this song was never featured on the FuMP, so that is a good thing. Hopefully it is new to you. This song is about people who complain at Marc Gunn for not being Celtic enough and playing the Autoharp instead of some traditional Irish instrument. Interesting rebuttal. It's called, "Leprechaun". Enjoy:

Lyrics
There's a Leprechaun in me head, and I wish that I were dead
For I don't think he'll e'er let me be.
Oh, he tempts me with his gold, and if I were e'er so bold,
I'd strangle him and leave him in the street.

Well, he says to me, "Ah, you're no Irish Laddie!
And ye call that thing a harp?"
But each time I share the lore that I am learning.
He hides in shame while my friends they chant.

La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai
La ta tee, da diddley dee, la ta tee ta tee da
La ta tee, da diddley diddley dai

There's a leprechaun in my room. He swats me with a broom.
That's the reason I forget the words of this song.
Well, he shows me a four-leaf clover, and before me song is over,
It's buried in a bowl of Lucky Charms.

Ther'es a leprechaun on the floor, and he says that I'm a bore.
He yawns aloud as I sing my song.
He feigns one last breathe stolen, but I see his eyes are open.
And he's watching me with envy deep inside.

There's a leprechaun on a hill, and his gold is buried there.
So I grab him by the neck 'fore he gets away.
The pot's too heavy, he giggles, so I pinch me just a little,
And he thinks he's fooled me as I run away.