| Dirty little face and two big laughing eyes
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| Nothing could replace that look of half-surprised
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| When I come back home: «Hey, what’d you bring to me»
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| That’s him, that’s Danny!
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| Smart as he can be, always on the run
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| Though he’s only three, you’d swear he’s twenty-one
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| When you’re feeling down just look around and he’ll be there
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| That’s Danny!
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| Sometimes he’ll make you mad and tear the house apart
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| But if you see him sad, he will break your heart
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| And so one lucky day with skies of gray over you
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| He’ll make them blue
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| Acting like a star he’s dancing all around
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| Strumming his guitar though it’s upside-down
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| Shielding at a bear he’ll make you think it’s really there
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| That’s Danny!
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| And though it’s kinda hard for me to understand
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| One day I will wake and he will be a man
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| Still somehow, I guess, he’ll always be the same to me
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| He’ll always be
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| Just my little boy sitting on my knee
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| Playing with a toy, smiling up he’d be
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| Nothing I could gain, no well accompanied to take the place
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| Of the smiling face of Danny |