There was a time in a chocolate land
Where Umpa Lumpas worked hand in hand
But one stood out with a different tone
His name was Mac and he was on his own
He had the face of Keith the soul of rock
A guitar in hand he made the crowd talk
But whispers grew 'bout who he might be
Was he Wonka's son or something else we couldn't see?
But Mac oh Mac was a Leprechaun by birth
Grew up in the factory but left to prove his worth
He played his tunes in the dark of night
In bordellos and clubs where the neon light's bright
He jammed with Rudolf played with Rita's twin
Rocked the stage with Elvis's stand-in
He knew the game he was no fake
Mac was the doppelgänger of rock's own snake
But life took a turn as tales often do
A woman stole his gold his freedom too
Now he teaches by day his dreams in chains
But at night he's guarding what little remains
Yeah Mac oh Mac the Leprechaun with a guitar
His life's a tale that's both near and far
He plays by day in the night he hides
For his pot of gold is where his true heart lies