Final Cliche

Danny got a mortgage And sailed it away His daddy financed him All the way Six months He could've had a boat Danny He gave up hope He woke up every morning With the sawing in his head Thought he'd Put it down in words But he Bit his nails instead He'd do anything to get rid of the dread Now Danny The poor boy is dead He was rich He could have walked Walked so proud He dug his ditch And threw himself in it When the noise got too loud He bought it today The final cliche Danny got a mortgage And sailed it away But his daddy Made him pay pay pay You and me Are made of sterner stuff Danny Wasn't quite up to snuff He woke up every morning With the sawing in his head Thought he'd Put it down in words But he Bit his nails instead Six months He could've had a yacht We all know What Danny bought He took his car To the park Stuck a hose Fron the exhaust pipe Through the window And went to sleep He sank like a stone Like the sun Into the Sea Permanently He bought it today The final cliche