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