[Verse 1] There’s a lad from Pittsburgh city Name of Michael Fedor See Says his great-great-someone’s cousin Knew a fella from Tralee He wears green socks in December And in June For old time’s sake But he lives for mid-March mornings And that frosty shamrock shake [Chorus] Raise your glass for Michael Fedor From the steel town far away Got a leprechaun named Pat upon his shoulder every day (hey!) He’s as Irish as a pierogi When the bands begin to play But he never misses one sweet year For a shamrock shake on Patrick’s Day [Verse 2] Pat the leprechaun is tiny But he’s loud as any drum Shouts “Another round for Michael! And one more for where we’re from!” “Where’s that then?” asks the bartender Pat just winks “Ah sure You’ll guess” Michael spills his green stout laughing Down his “Kiss Me I Guess” vest [Chorus] Raise your glass for Michael Fedor From the steel town far away Got a leprechaun named Pat upon his shoulder every day (oh yeah!) He’s as Irish as a pierogi When the bands begin to play But he never misses one sweet year For a shamrock shake on Patrick’s Day [Bridge] Snow or rain on Carson Street He lines up before it’s light Mint and cream on his upper lip Pat’s boots dangling Holding tight “Here’s to saints that we’ve adopted Here’s to stories that we fake Here’s to every borrowed blessing In a plastic cup of shake” [Chorus] Raise your glass for Michael Fedor From the steel town far away Got a leprechaun named Pat upon his shoulder every day (hey!) He’s as Irish as a pierogi When the bands begin to play But he never misses one sweet year For a shamrock shake on Patrick’s Day [Outro] So if you’re in Pittsburgh city And you hear the spoons at play That’s just Michael and his shoulder friend Keeping Saint Patrick’s Day
