

(hahaha) (yeah) Good luck clover on the hillside green Fastest lane you have ever
seen
Four leaves spinning on an gold chain link
Raise up a glass,
don't you dare blink
Walking the cobble with luck in my pocket Launching the sound like
a runaway rocket From Dublin to Galway we making the noise Slamming
the beat with the local boys No luck of the draw,
we just earn the crown Bouncing the suspension through the town
I feel the wind rising up from the coast
Toast to the ones who have done the most (sláinte)
Good luck clover on the hillside green Fastest lane you have ever
seen
Four leaves spinning on an gold chain link
Raise up a glass,
don't you dare blink
We don't need wishing wells,
we make our own way
Counting the blessings on rainy days
Under the gray skies the green pastures grow
But the bass in the trunk is about to blow (boom)
Good luck clover
(yeah) Spin it over