Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Danny Boy, Danny Boy, artist - House Of Pain. Album song House of Pain (Fine Malt Lyrics), in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.07.1992
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Danny Boy, Danny Boy |
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 |