| Lyrics: | 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
Chorus
(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 |
