You know there ain’t no better dance to help a pimp get along
So throw your hands up if you’re feeling this leprechaun.
Sure Michael Flatley brought the dance to the broadway biz.
But my great grandpa was a lollipop kids, from the
Wizard of oz, he was the river god, diver god, drank until his liver rot,
His ankles they would shiver dog, you should see him do some bell kicks
He was fantastical. He was a phenomenal master of the
river dance, yes the diver dance. He was the
little man who taught who me the river dance, when I had
finally mastered it I got real plastered, and I
traveled to America to show them bastards, but
every time they saw my little legs and little arms, they said
”you’re too short to dance” so I signed with lucky charms, and I
made a few films, leprechaun one and two, don’t be
hating on the flicks have I ever made fun of you? Tricks.
Long story short, I sold the secret dance, to a
Flamer with a headband and a pair of hammer pants, it’s the
River dance, yes the diver dance, is a sick chick magnet for a little man,
And yes the river dance, ALWAYS delivers man, GOT PASSED
DOWN by my leprechaun midget gramps. Peace.