w & m copyright G Seal 2001
He lived along our street and, sadly, along too many other streets, probably yours as well.
Little Danny Downer races up the street
With his face full of breakfast and his eyes full of sleep
Late for school with no lunchbox
Odd sox on and his sunhat off.
Mum's by herself with a lot on her mind,
Can't get Danny dressed in time.
He's got lots of overnight dads,
But they're not the same as the one he had.
Dad's long gone and far away;
There's not much money on payment day.
Mum's just trying to make ends meet,
And Danny spends a lot of time in the street.
Little Danny Downer races through life
Gets himself in all kinds of strife;
Chasing after big kids, beating up the small -
Poor little bugger's got no hope at all.
But every now and then he cracks a grin
And his face shines like a new biscuit tin
His laughter twangs like a singing string
And he's just another kid in the school play-gym.
Little Danny Downer races up the street
With his face full of breakfast and his eyes full of sleep
Late for school with no lunchbox
Odd sox on and his sunhat off.
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