Oh Danny Boy Parody

OH DANNY BOY PARODY
November 22m 1992

Oh Danny boy, your kilt, your kilt is falling
from hip to hip, and down your lean backside.
Your belt is gone and all your pleats are sprawling.
'Tis you, 'tis you must find a place to hide.

But come ye back, I'll fix ye up with Velcro.
I'll see your seams are snug 'round your torso.
It's I'll be here with thread and needle, don't you know.
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, I love to sew.

But when ye come and find your stitches fraying
and frayed they are, as frayed they well may be.
Ye'll come and find the place where I am staying
and peel and say 'See what you've done to me!"

And I shall hear, though soft your thread's unraveling.
And all my work, a kist* of cloth will be.
For you will bend 'til tartan's all that I can see
and I shall sleep in fleece for ye have smothered me.


*kist: Scottish for casket or case