Used to turn things into gold
whene'er I knocked on wood
Lately when I knock on wood it does me no damn good
(it does me no damn good)
Irish blood turned back to red, no more bleeding green
Ancestors can't help me now--Lucky number is thirteen
(lucky number is thirteen)
Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Made me thirsty for the pot of gold at the end of a colored arch
But I've been waiting a long, long time and I'm getting stinkin' parched
(I'm getting stinkin' parched)
Now it's just a neutral rainbow and babe, it's getting me down
Crayola colors washed away just greys shaped like a frown
(just greys shaped like a frown)
Since you bribed Lady Luck to turn her back on me
Been black cats crossin' 'neath ladders I walk in--
Don't make your wish on me
Seven years of this spell I'll take post-mirror break
Now my luck runs so thin rabbit feet only ache
(rabbit feet only ache)
Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Don't make your wish on me
Just left with your blarney
Lately when I knock on wood it does me no damn good
(it does me no damn good)
Irish blood turned back to red, no more bleeding green
Ancestors can't help me now--Lucky number is thirteen
(lucky number is thirteen)
Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Made me thirsty for the pot of gold at the end of a colored arch
But I've been waiting a long, long time and I'm getting stinkin' parched
(I'm getting stinkin' parched)
Now it's just a neutral rainbow and babe, it's getting me down
Crayola colors washed away just greys shaped like a frown
(just greys shaped like a frown)
Since you bribed Lady Luck to turn her back on me
Been black cats crossin' 'neath ladders I walk in--
Don't make your wish on me
Seven years of this spell I'll take post-mirror break
Now my luck runs so thin rabbit feet only ache
(rabbit feet only ache)
Used to be your four-leaf clover
No luck's left in me
Shamrock Days are long since over
Just left with your blarney
Don't make your wish on me
Just left with your blarney
Written July 1999.