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