Danny Boyd

Oh Danny Boy...d, the bombs, the bombs are calling

From River Stix, and down the Shark Field site

The myst'ry's on, and bikers keep on dying.

Of you, that's who we know that we must write.

So think ye back, when knife stabs made your blood flow,

And when Doc Griffith's came and sewed the hole.

Then V was there in sunshine and in shadow.

Oh Danny Boy...d, oh Danny Boy...d, you're screwed you know.

For then you come to work where bricks are falling

And V comes round, and you she's bound to see

That C-4 stash, the place where she is prying

So kneel and say an "Oh, hell" there for thee.

And Thumper's end, tho' well deservéd it may be,

Was pretty harsh and broadcast on TV.

You tied him up and laughed so at his futile plea

Oh Danny Boy...d, you heartless thug, end this mad spree.

Oh Danny Boy...d, you're back, and back to thieving

From blonde young men, concussed when surfboards fly.

The girlfriend's here, but help you are denying

'Tis you, 'tis you who bled his credit dry.

And come ye back to be caught by a local mole
Or it's a scheme that's fashioned by a foe
If rigging of elections is the final goal
Oh Sheriff Mars, just step aside, for V. Van Lowe