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
