Danny Boy, Danny Boy

Peckerwood, peckerwood, tell me your tale

Please do explain why your skin's so pale

If 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 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 fat

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) Danny Boy

(Danny Boy) You know it's Danny Boy

(Danny Boy) Danny Boy

(Danny Boy) You know it's Danny Boy

Dan-ny Boy, Da-Dan-ny Boy

Oh Danny Boy

The pipes, the pipes are calling

From glen to glen and down the mountainside

Dan-ny Boy, Da-Dan-ny Boy