Song parody of
Danny Boy
by Rufus Wainwright
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Your skin is cold,
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou
My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
Your skin is cold,
But the sun shines within your hold
Your hair is gold, but you see through a goldfish bowl
I feel old, sick and tired
We walk the streets, gently staring, wondering what to do
The sun in sheets, pouring down those streets to eyes green and blue
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
You broke my heart Danny Boy
Not your fault Danny Boy
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
Day comes, I wake, I wake with a hard heartache
I go down to your place
We sit and chat, chat about New York and trips to the bayou
My smile a trick, tricking me and trying not to scare you
And a ship with eight sails could come 'round the bend
Or a herd of bulls charging stop lights red
I'd be blind
[Chorus]
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
I was hanged at the doorstep, played like a two to a four set
Had like poor Job in the bible, by God
No, no, no, no, no
No, no, no, no, no
