danny boy, danny boy þarký sözü

peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale
please do explain why your skin´s so pale
and you´re so funky, now how can that be
like a bird in a tree on the tlp
it´s the irish intellect, no one disrespected
my shit´ll get hectic real quick
this is the house of pain (pain)
and pain is one thing we´re not
cause we know we´ve got
style and fashion, smoke some hash and
i´m smackin´ up girls like cars were crashin´
danny boy, danny boy, the pipes are callin´
thought you was a winner, ya was, now you´re all in
that´s right, damn skimpy, ya can´t get with me
i run the whole track and leave ya three laps back
chop seuy don´t do me no good
i gotta have corn beef and cabbage, if i wanna manage
i never eat pig, but i´ll fuck up a potato
i´m not a dago, but pasta´s all that
my pockets stay phat, so step the fuck back
you wanna move on me, you better bring an army
i rip shit daily, ask my man tom baily
i´m rockin´ the clock like if i was bill hailey
i´m cockin´ my glock, and i got my shileighly
so watch your lady, because i´m

(danny boy!) danny boy
(danny boy!) you know it´s danny boy
(danny boy!) ´s danny boy
(danny boy!) you know it´s danny boy
(danny boy!) ´s danny boy
(danny boy!) you know it´s danny boy

(da ney boy, da da ney boy)
oh danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
from glen to glen, and down the mountainside