Dirty little face and two big laughing eyes Nothing could replace that look of half-surprised When I come back home: Hey, what'd you bring to me That's him, that's Danny! Smart as he can be, always on the run Though he's only three, you'd swear he's twenty-one When you're feeling down just look around and he'll be there That's Danny! Sometimes he'll make you mad and tear the house apart But if you see him sad, he will break your heart And so one lucky day with skies of gray over you He'll make them blue Acting like a star he's dancing all around Strumming his guitar though it's upside-down Shielding at a bear he'll make you think it's really there That's Danny! And though it's kinda hard for me to understand Oneday I will wake and he will be a man Still somehow, I guess, he'll always be the same to me He'll always be Just my little boy sitting on my knee, playing with a toy Smiling up he'd be Nothing I could gain, no well accompanied to take the place Of the smiling face of Danny