You got a problem with your heart Follow the line down your left arm If there's no money in your left hand You could be pulled apart You think it's more than just a cold? Don't make a problem for you soul Don't you go pulling out just yet, my friend Everybody's getting old But ooh, when you feel the pressure coming down Well, I might do the same, myself You can't write a song that's gonna help your health i got a problem with my sight I'd like to say "We'll see it right" but when you can't afford a broken nose how can you afford to fight? ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them i know we won't live forever but oh, wouldn't you like to live them down? ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them give up, and we're going nowhere and ooh, wouldn't you like to live them down? you got a problem with the times your problems sound a lot like mine they tell you "Crime, it doesn't pay" but they'll make us pay to be victimixed ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them i know we won't live forever but oh, wouldn't you like to live them down? ooh, danny boy. we'll beat them give up, and we're going nowhere and ooh, wouldn't you like to live them down?