Lyrics
Danny feelin' fine, yeah, he feel alright
Got the world at his fingertips, he's movin' light
An ice-cold glass, got that motel key
Mm, nothing gonna shake a coconut from his tree
Oh, Danny boy's coastin', yeah, he's floatin' in space
Got the cowgirl firin' dope all over the place
Everything is dialled, everything's alright
Got the Moosehead lodge suite booked for the night
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
Danny gon' be a silly boy
If you ain't got nothin' on fuck them chores
Ain't got nothin' up on your plate
Then go have a knife fight in the street
Oh, while Danny partakes in the nose clams
He's poppin' those thizzies from another land
He looks on over, she shoots him to space
This cowgirls' shootin' pistols right to his face, oh
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
Danny and his girl, they go lay in the grass
Lookin' at the stars, they hope this Heaven can last
Everything is fine, everything's alright
Skiin' down the mountain, floatin' through the night, oh
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
Got the world at his fingertips, he's movin' light
An ice-cold glass, got that motel key
Mm, nothing gonna shake a coconut from his tree
Oh, Danny boy's coastin', yeah, he's floatin' in space
Got the cowgirl firin' dope all over the place
Everything is dialled, everything's alright
Got the Moosehead lodge suite booked for the night
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
Danny gon' be a silly boy
If you ain't got nothin' on fuck them chores
Ain't got nothin' up on your plate
Then go have a knife fight in the street
Oh, while Danny partakes in the nose clams
He's poppin' those thizzies from another land
He looks on over, she shoots him to space
This cowgirls' shootin' pistols right to his face, oh
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
Danny and his girl, they go lay in the grass
Lookin' at the stars, they hope this Heaven can last
Everything is fine, everything's alright
Skiin' down the mountain, floatin' through the night, oh
Rattlesnake, he bite like a snowstorm
Can't get the saddle on the back while the horse run
He my cowboy, 40-gallon oil drum
At high noon, he'll put you in the ground, son
