Danny Boy Worked hard and played hard Always leader of the pack Had the lads in formation Ready to attack, any other tribe Or any group of beautiful tripe
Danno was the tough guy Smoke in his mouth Whiskey in his glass Ready with rage and fists (he used to be a boxer you know?) For any other pretender That slighty resembled him
Daniel was a weak boy Racked with guilts and complexities Always second guessing life Chances are, his second guess was always right No bridge over troubled water this time He never stood a chance
Haunted by his past He kicked out at the world The drink and nicotene to make him bleed Made him think he was real But he hid himself away He had us all fooled though, playboy indeed
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