Known around town,
As the great John McShite;
When you first see him,
You'd think He is all right.
But He's not a normal man,
Ya see He is very weird;
He has booze on his breath,
And He has corn beef & cabbage in his beard!
He's the 6-foot leprechaun; 
His sideburns are very long;
That Irish-Fool is always bombed;
And He always shits his long johns. 
A staggering drunk,
With an alcoholic thirst;
Of all Irishmen,
He is the worst.
He's known down at the bar,
As a kind and friendly man;
But don't touch his beer,
Or He'll break your fucking hand.
Because that's his 'pot of gold',
It helps to ease the pain;
Of his ugly hunch-back wife,
And his pedophile son of whom He's ashamed! 
He's the 6-foot leprechaun;
His ball-hair is reddish-blonde;
But He shaved it and now it's gone;
Now He can see his dong, it's only 3 inches long.
He's the 6-foot leprechaun;
He might shit on your lawn;
He's the 6-foot leprechaun.