Danny Two

You ask me what's new, never one to help the poor, always smart on cue, you won’t say please, confined to any floor, no sense of ease, wherever there’s a queue, you’ll work that door, bust any curfew, bad guys on the street, never make you pause, when you hear the screams, of a life detenue, handing out the chores, such stories make you Blue, who knows where you've been, with all your gorgeous whores, you will never need, to be someone’s glue, drinking like some Commodore, your head full of tunes, working out the score.