Neon Thong Leprechaun of Ottawa

In the city of lights, where the weird meets the wild,

There's a story untold, about a leprechaun's style.

Bright neon colors, on a trash truck ride,

He's swinging and singing, got nothing to hide.

Down Ottawa streets, in the hustle and hum,

You might catch a glimpse, if you're quick to run.

A tiny green figure, with a shining yellow thong,

Hanging out the window, singing his song.

Wave hi to Johnny, he's having his fun,

Just being himself, under the Ottawa sun.

Laughs on the ground, as he twirls and he spins,

This leprechaun's life is where the chaos begins.

Run run little leprechaun, the trash is calling you,

In your neon yellow thong, what you gonna do?

Girl's gonna chase you, put you back in your cage,

Laughing till she can't breathe, oh, this is the age.

Nothing should come sliding out, no mishaps on the street,

Keep it clean, keep it funny, keep that rhythm so sweet.

From the boss to the passerby, everyone’s in shock,

That leprechaun's wild, he's got the city on lock.

So if you're ever in Ottawa, keep your eyes wide,

For the little neon legend, with his crazy pride.

Laugh, chase, and cheer, let the good times roll,

That neon thong leprechaun is on a wild patrol.