BR: Danny Boy

A March favorite

O Danny boy, the pipes, the pipes are dripping
They leak again, they’re dripping down the side.
The power’s out, the floor is wet, I’m slipping,
You’ve gone and now my telephone has died.


You’re on the road and doing shows all summer
And left me here with three kids in Vermont.
I’ve left six messages to try to get a plumber.
We’re in New York, we’ve m…