D
I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can.
A7
In his hand me down's and welliers and sandwiches of bran,
D G D
But now this pavement peasent, is a full grown bitter man,
D A7 D
With all the trials and troubles, of his travelling people's clan
[Chorus]
D
He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
A7
A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
D
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
A7 D
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
[Verse 2]
D
I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the national school,
A7
He was lousy at the Gaelic, we called him amadán, the fool
D G D
He was briliant at the toss school, or trading objects in the pawn
A7 D
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone.
[Verse 3]
D
I knew Danny Farrell when he queued up for the dole,
D A7
And he tried to hide his loss of pride, that eats away the soul,
D G D
Mending pots and kettles, is a trade lost in the past.
A7 D
Theres no hand-outs here for tinkers was the answer when he asked.
[Chorus]
D
He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
A7
A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
D
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
A7 D
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
[Verse 4]
D
I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday,
A7
Drinking methylated spirits, with some winos on the quay,
D G D
Now he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft,
D A7 D
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left.
[Chorus]
D
He's a loser a boozer, a me and you user,
A7
A raider, a traitor, a people police hater,
D
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier,
A7 D
Still now, Danny Farrell he's a man.
