You know I really do dig your style, it's true,
So I sincerely hope you will appreciate mine too,
And it appeals to me how love is a mystery.

Honey, turn the porch light on; high-stepping across your lawn,
If you're thinking it's a leprechaun, well, it's only me, living free tonight.

I never wish to alienate you by seeming obscene,
For love of life and chlorophyll, my favourite light is green,
And now I hope you're digging this way I dance a jig.

Go on, honey, turn the porch light on; high-stepping across your lawn,
If you're thinking it's a leprechaun, well, it's only me, living free tonight.

Go on, honey, turn the porch light on; high-stepping across your lawn,
Go on, honey, turn the porch light on; high-stepping across your lawn,
If you're thinking it's a leprechaun--thinking it's a leprechaun, well, it's only me.