Danny Farrell

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can
In his hand me down's and wellers and sandwiches of grand
But now this pave ment pesent, is a full grown bitter man
With all his trials and troubles, of hes travelling people's clan

He's a looser a boozer, me and you user
A rater a traitor, peoples police hater
So lonely and only, what you call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school
He was lousy at the gaelic, called him amadan and fool
He was briliant at the toss school
Or traiding objects in the pown
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone

He's a looser a boozer, me and you user
A rater a traitor, peoples police hater
So lonely and only, what you call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man

I knew Danny Farrell when he queued up for the dole
And he tried to hide his loss of pride
That eats away the soul
Mending pots and kettles, is a trade lost in the past
Theres no hand out's here for tinkeres was the answer when he asked

He's a looser a boozer, me and you user
A rater a traitor, peoples police hater
So lonely and only, what you call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man

I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday
Drinking methylated spirits, with some winos on the quay
Now he's fourty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft
And he told me this for certain, theres not many of us left

He's a looser a boozer, me and you user
A rater a traitor, peoples police hater
So lonely and only, what you call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man