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Danny don't leave me Danny where did you get that money? Can't you be like me, spend your life at home What am I supposed to do when you're gone Danny, how could you be? Danny, how can't you see? It seems like last week, you lived with me And I can't help myself, I just miss you dearly Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny, I see you in my dreams Danny, It's killing me Through my days, and it's our anniversary Come on baby, don't keep doing this to me, Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me (come back to me) Danny, come back to me

Took the rocks out of my head Just like you said, now I'm what's left Lost my patience in a bathroom stall So I left a message scribbled on the wall Clean the dirt out of my hair But that dirt's gotta go somewhere I'm not ready for a leap of faith I might wait I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe Give me something to understand Focus on the task at hand Telephone strapped to my wrist Loving hands free loving bliss Cough and spitting in my face Put my faith in your body aches It's time to let you know I'll explode I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe Time to let it sink Clean my act up or that's it I'm dirty where it counts Don't discourage, just count me out Time to let it reek Clean my act up or that's it I'm filthy where it counts Don't count me out I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe I'm a germaphobe, germaphobe Germaphobe, germaphobe Germaphobe, germaphobe

There comes a time within your life when you would do Absolutely anything they ask from you Pop the collar, spend a dollar, wear those boots You get a rough idea of what they want from you You better be happy You better be healthy You better be free You better be skinny You better have money You better be funny It's not too hard To join the club They say things like, "We don't care, we want everyone" I saw the crowd of people gather in a club Spend the dollar to become one of us If you could spend your life away unless you got You better be happy You better be healthy You better be pretty You better be skinny You better have money You better be funny It's not too hard To join the club You better be happy You better be healthy You better be pretty You better be skinny You better have money You better be funny It's not too hard To join the club It's just too hard To join the club It costs too much To join the club It's just too hard To join the club It costs too much To join the club

He was born in Big Beaver by the borderline He started playing hockey by the time he was nine His dad took the hose and froze the back yard And Little Buddy dreamed he was Rocket Richard He grew up big and he grew up tough He saw himself scoring for the Wings or Canucks But he wasn't that good with a puck Buddy's real talent was beating people up His heart wasn't in it but the crowd ate it up Through pee-wee's and juniors and midgets and mites He must have racked up more than three hundred fights Till a scout from the flames came down from Saskatoon Said, "There's always room on our team for a goon Son, we've always got room for a goon" There were Swedes to the left of him, Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Brains over brawn--that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit Somebody) But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? Hit somebody! was what the crowd roared When Buddy the goon came over the boards "Coach," he'd say, "I wanna score goals" The coach said, "Buddy, remember your role The fast guys get paid, they shoot and they score Protect them, Buddy, that's what you're here for Protection is what you're here for Protection, it's the stars who score Protection, go and kick somebody's ass Protection, don't put the biscuit in the basket just Hit some, Buddy, it rang in his ears Blood on the ice ran down through the years The king of the goons with a box for a throne A thousand stitches and broken bones He never lost a fight on his icy patrol But deep inside, Buddy only dreamed of a goal He just wanted one damn goal There were Swedes at the the blue line, Finns at the red A Russian with a stick heading straight for his head Brains over Brawn, that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit Somebody) But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? In his final season, on his final night Buddy and a Finn goon were pegged for a fight Thirty seconds left, the puck took a roll And suddenly Buddy had a shot on goal The goalie committed, Buddy picked his spot Twenty years of waiting went into that shot The fans jumped up and the Finn jumped too And coldcocked Buddy on his followthrough The big man crumbled but he felt all right 'Cause the last thing he saw was the flashing red light He saw that heavenly light There were Swedes to the left of him, Russians to the right A Czech at the blue line looking for a fight Take care of your teeth, that might work for you But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit Somebody) What's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do? (Hit Somebody) But what's a Canadian farm boy to do? (Hit Somebody) What else can a farm boy from Canada do?