Danny And My Ponies - The Who

Danny laid back and surveyed the view

A king on his bench, he was cold, he was blue

I asked for permission to give him a note

He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat

Always smiled slightly, seemed so bemused

Like he was the one, who was glad to be used

I had a sense he was playin' a part

But I had to help, for he tore at my heart

He would walk, his feet wrapped in rags

He wandered the neighborhood, carrying his bags

The pride in his eyes would so clearly flash

Like I was the one who needed the cash

The tramps in our England, have always to walk

From Philip to Doss House, a fifteen miles stalk

The tramps in our country have no where’s to hug

Home hysterics give comfort, there’s no time to talk

Danny would lay, he’d never speak

Here was a man who had attained his peak

No fables to tell, and nothing held back

This was a man who had led a strong path

Old soldier, perhaps, or a worn, old jailbird

Who’d never a hand clean and never a word

For two hundred down, my project had fled

Danny was gone, or may well have been dead

He walked slowly, no hurryin' to death

Took in turn his view, with his very last breath

The river, the mist and the slightly grey sky

Danny was waiting, patient to die

The tramps in our England, have always to walk

From Philip to Dorchester, fifteen miles strong

The tramps in our country have no where’s to hug

Home hysterics give comfort, there’s no time to talk

Danny laid back, looked down and the plain

The king on his bench with magnificent mane

I asked his permission to give him a note

He nodded, not movin', just scratched at his throat

It’s dangerous to faction as those who live rough

Danny was a giant, solid and tough

He allowed me to gift him and scribble this song

Without me and my ponies, he lived just as long