Young Dan was blessed with bedroom eyes, a brave lad like his name implies
He wanted things and would not be denied.
Local girls they screamed his name, he saw and conquered, then he came.
And when he left they all broke down and cried
He made his mark in the world, and how! Everything was here and now
Life was grand and the road ahead was wide
Then he got older, and then he died.
Patrick was a music man, he was his own greatest fan
Some people said he sucked, but they all lied
He knew if he just kept at it, someday he'd surely score a hit.
Persistence was his best and only guide.
Pouring out those words and tunes, dreaming away the afternoons
he took his time, cos time was on his side
But he got older, and then he died
I rose, turned off the TV set, the show not being over yet
I'm sure that ending would have made me cry
Those boys were heading for a fall, with silly songs, good looks'n'all
You can't have it all, no matter how you try
And there's really nothing one can do, I think I'll fix myself a brew
The Devil takes your flesh and then you fry