Danny Boy, Danny Boy — текст песни (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 (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