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