There's dark skies in between here and heaven
Rain coming down on us like the foot of pride
Heading for Amsterdam Central Station
Where there's plenty of places to hide

Biding my time in public houses
Or with Lady Luck, out on the streets
But evidently my luck has just run out
For here he comes, it's Lenehan the Leech

Chorus:

He's prince of the thiefs He's king of the streets That man, they call him Lenehan the Leech

He gets up late on Sunday morning
But just in time for Mulligans bar
He enjoys the craic, and there's pints of stout there
And a band playing "Whiskey in the Jar"

He comes up to me and starts telling his story
"Stout or red?" I ask, says he "A pint of each"
I've never once made it to the end of his story
When the bottle's empty, so is Lenehan the Leech

(Chorus)

I haven't seen him around for some time now
The last I heard he was heading home
I do hope he's made it back into the arms
Of his beloved Molly Malone

Well, there's dark skies in between here and heaven
Rain coming down like the foot of pride
Heading for St. Stephen's Green
Where there's plenty of places to hide

(Chorus)

© Tale 2002, 2003. Performed by Tale/Theo Niessink. Written by Theo Niessink.