Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan
Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan
My friend Dan, he was a courteous man
There wasn’t much he didn’t understand
He stood on the fringe of death
All because of bad Macbeth
The lilac hand of Menthol Dan
Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan
Dan, Dan, Menthol Dan
We met Beth, she was a friend of mine
She introduced him to a life of crime
He stood on a burning bridge
All because he stole a fridge
The lilac hand of Menthol Dan
Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
You’ve got the face of an angel
But the mind of a man
Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
You’ve got the face of an angel
But the mind of a man
Dan was goosed from his more nasty self
He found the whole of life
And through it, he fell
Deep into the hour of truth
Upon the house with a purple roof
The lilac hand of Menthol Dan
Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
You’ve got the face of an angel
But the mind of a man
Hey!
Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
You’ve got the face of an angel
But the mind of a man
Hey!
Dan, Dan, Dan you don’t understand
You’ve got the face of an angel
But the mind of a man
Hey!