Got the world at his fingertips
He's moving light
An ice-cold glass
Got that motel key
Nothing gonna shake a coconut from his tree
Danny boy's coasting, yeah, he's floating in space
Got the cowgirl firing dope all over the place
Everything's dialed, 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 gonna be a silly boy
If you ain't got nothing on fuck them chores
Ain't got nothing up on your plate
Then go have a knife fight in the street
Danny partakes in the nose clams
He's popping those thizzies from another land
He looks on over, she shoots him to space
This cowgirls shooting pistols right to his face
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
Looking at the stars, they hope this heaven can last
Everything's fine, everything's alright
Skiing down the mountain, floating through 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