Song for Dirty Dan

Spending all my nights, 
All my money going out on the town
Doing anything just to get you off of my mind
But when the morning comes,
I'm right back where I started again
Trying to forget you is just a waste of time

Danny come back, any kind of fool could see
There was something in everything about you
Danny come back, you can blame it all on me
I was wrong, and I just can't live without you

All day long, wearing a mask of false bravado
Trying to keep up the smile that hides a tear
But as the sun goes down, I get that empty feeling again
How I wish to God that you were here

Now that I put it all together
Give me the chance to make you see
Have you used up all the love in your heart
Nothing left for me, ain't there nothing left for me

Sung to the tune of.... ?

Cy

To the tune of "Baby Come Back"?

I wrote one too:

"Well, she ran around behind the barn,
I ran around to meet here,
She pulled up her petticoat,
and I pulled out for Tulsa!"

"She let a
FARmer take her home!"

Wait, no.. That wasn't for The Daniel.

Here's one, more suited to Dan's philosophy, from the Brother's Four, wish I had written it

"A Bradypus, or Sloth, am I, I live a life of ease
Contented not to do or die, but idle as I please
I have three toes on either foot, or half a doz. on both
With leaves and fruits, and shoots to east, how sweet to be a Sloth

The world is such a cheerful place when viewed from upside-down
It makes a rise of every fall, a smile of every frown
I watch the fleeting flutter by of butterfly or moth
And think of all the things I'd try if I were not a Sloth.

Oh, I could climb the very highest Hymalayas, be among the greatest tennis players,
win at chess or marry a Princess or study hard and be an eminant professor.
I could be a millionaire, play the clarinet, travel everywhere,
Learn to cook, catch a crook, win a war then write a book about it.
I could paint a Mona Lisa, I could be another Caesar..
Compose an oratorio that was sublime.
The door's not shut on my genius but I just don't have the time.

For days and days among the trees I sleep and dream and doze
Just gently swaying in the breeze suspended by my toes
While eager beavers overhead rush through the undergrowth
I watch the clouds beneath my feet; How sweet to be a Sloth."

How's that? Danny, come back!

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"You can't teach an old dog new tricks, but you can beat him repeatedly with a rolled up newspaper."

As he preforms your all time favorites:

"Purple Pond-Scum, Purple Pond-Scum"

"Little Red Combat Streak"

"Oh' Ess 20 Eff Pee, I Don't Care What You Think of Me!"

And his newest hit:

"I fought the Len, and the Len won!"