Pot Of Gold

Hush my darling, no, don't you cry

Daddy's trying to write you a lullaby

So sweet

And if that lullaby is a hit

Dad can buy you loads of cool shit

Forget about the times

When they always try to run me out of town

Just be silent for a few moments more

I can write the kind of thing that they pay millions for

Forget about the times

They always, they try to play my town

And you know, there will be no pot of gold

If you're caught bunking up the side of the rainbow

You see

Oh don't you know, they said, there's a pot of gold

And I'm coming, sliding off the end of the rainbow

Hands free

Hands free

Hands free