Now, science, you see, has a part in this game, it's the iron in me, that's to blame. Hemochromatosis, it's in the Irish blood, makes us crave the vibrant, misunderstood. It's the iron overload, that messes the brain, makes us seek the opposite, again and again. The melanin's dark, a beautiful hue, and the wig-tappin' rhythm, sees me through.