Danny Boy, Danny Boy Lyrics

Danny Boy, Danny Boy (LP Version) - house of pain

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

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 suey 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 pha,

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

(Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy)

(Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy)

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes,

the pipes are calling

(Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy)

From glen to glen

and down the mountainside

(Danny Boy, Da Danny Boy)