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 the 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 intreduced 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 your mine of a man
Dan, Dan, Dan you don't understand
You've got the face of an angel
But your mine 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
Owned a 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 your mine of a man
Dan, Dan, Dan you don't understand
You've got the face of an angel
But your mine of a man
Dan, Dan, Dan you don't understand
You've got the face of an angel
But your mine of a man