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Peckerwood, Peckerwood, me your tale
do explain why your skin's so pale
And so funky, now how can that be?
a bird in a tree on the TLP

It's the Irish intellect, no one
My shit'll get real quick
is the House Of Pain
And pain is one thing we're not 'cause we we've got

Style and fashion, smoke some and
I'm smackin' up girls cars were crashin'
Danny Boy, Boy, the pipes are callin'
Thought you was a winner, ya was, now all in

That's right, skimpy, ya can't get with me
I run the track and leave ya three laps back
Chop suey do me no good
I have corn beef and cabbage, if I wanna manage

I never eat pig but I'll fuck up a
I'm not a dago but pasta's all
My pockets stay pha, so step the back
You wanna move on me, you better an army

I rip shit daily, ask my man Tom
I'm rockin' the clock if I was Bill Hailey
I'm cockin' my and I got my shileighly
So your lady, because I'm

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Boy
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You know Danny Boy

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'S Boy
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You know Danny Boy

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'S Boy
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You know Danny Boy

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Oh Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
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glen to glen and down the mountainside
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