Danny Boy

Well, it's time for Danny Boy right now

I'm going to do a version of Danny Boy I learned
From an old Chicago Bluesman years ago
A guy called Blind Lemon Pledge

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen-
Hey Seamus, you don't know diddly

OK, I'll do the Elvis version
This does not count as a sighting

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mount-

A little bit of pelvic thrust turns you on huh?
It gets the women excited too
I'd like to do other Willie Nelson version
This is for all our rednecks here today
(Yee-hah!)
There's one!
Anybody who came here in a four-wheel-drive pickup truck
Full of empty beer cans
With a big old hound dog lying across the seat
A Confederate flag bumper sticker
A horn that plays Dixie
A gun rack with axe handles in it
A dead deer strapped to the fender left over from hunting season
And a jug of moonshine in the glove compartment
For medicinal purposes only
The Willie Nelson version

Oh Danny Boy, just can't wait to see my Danny Boy
He's making music with his friends
Just can't wait to see my Danny Boy again

I know, the Slim Whitman version

Oh Danny Boy, I love you
I'm always dreaming of you

Uh, the Inspector Clouseau version

Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
Danny, does your dog bite?

The Harry Belafonte version

Hey mister Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
Day-o, me-say day, me-say day, me-say day-o
From glen to glen and down the mountainside

The Run-D.M.C. version

Danny Boy, Oh Danny Boy, them pipes, them pipes are calling
Danny Boy he ain't goin' nowhere, he ain't goin' nowhere at all
I said, Oh Danny Boy, Danny Boy-

The Milli Vanilli version

(Oh Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen-)

Oh, we should get a Grammy for that!
And we'll not give it back!
Gonna do the old, proper version
Some of the elderly people here are giving me dirty looks
Poor old lady at the end of the table here, god love her
(Aww)
She's just here for the geritol on draught!

Oh, Danny Boy, the pipes, the pipes are calling
From glen to glen and down the mountainside
The summer's gone, and all the leaves are falling
'Tis you, 'tis you must go while I must bide

But come ye back when summer's in the meadow
Or when the valley's hushed and white with snow
'Tis I'll be here in sunshine or in shadow
Oh, Danny Boy, oh, Danny Boy, I love you so

But should you come when all the flowers are dying
And I am dead, as dead I well may be
You'll come and find the place where I am lying
And kneel and say an Ave there for me

And I shall hear though soft you tread above me
And all my grave will warmer, sweeter be
For you will kneel and tell me that you love me
And I shall sleep in peace until you come to me