Shamrock Schlock

Old world curse in a crate of wood

Buried gold where the farmhouse stood

Luck gone rotten in the clover patch

Something small in the dark will scratch

Crossed the ocean with a stolen prize

Pot of gold and a thousand lies

Little king with a crooked grin

Four-leaf charm keeps the devil pinned

But luck runs thin, the charm slips free

Tiny terror with a banshee plea

Laughing teeth and a hungry stare

Something wicked in the farmhouse air

Coins go missing one by one

Rainbow curse you can’t outrun

Take a coin from out the pot

Watch the clover curse unlock

Mascot terror in emerald green

B-movie menace on a killing spree

Tiny tyrant screaming “Where’s my gold?”

Every coin you took — the curse takes hold

Rainbow glints through the summer rain

Follow greed and you feed the pain

Hundred coins in a stolen sack

Little fiend wants every one back

Speeding mad in a go-kart ride

Cackling rage you can’t outride

Shotgun blasts just make him grin

Mascot monster with a goblin skin

Count the coins in the cursed old pot

Miss one piece and the fiend goes off

Greedy monster on the hunt

For the gold inside your gut

Mascot terror in emerald green

B-movie menace on a killing spree

Tiny tyrant screaming “Where’s my gold?”

Every coin you took — the curse takes hold

Cheap luck charm but the curse won’t break

Dig the grave for the gold you take

Tiny bones that never rot

Hunts what you stole from the cursed gold pot

WHERE’S MY GOLD?!

Mascot terror in emerald green

B-movie menace on a killing spree

Tiny tyrant screaming “Where’s my gold?”

Every coin you took — the curse takes hold

Luck turns sour, green turns rot

Welcome to the shamrock schlock