He was at Dan Murphy's liquor store, When he first saw her face
Grand Ridge beer was 54.95 a case, it was so good he came back next day
For more of the same, the beer also the girl, Dani was her name
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Her eyes sparkled like Champenois, Her lips a fine Rosé
She scanned his cans with graceful hands and wished him a nice day
When he bought scotch she nearly got the bottle up to speak
When he bought hock with the docket she nearly brushed his cheek
He mispronounced Chianti, She laughed he went Chartreuse
He visualized their wedding day and the discount on the booze
He longed to hear the sleeping undualation of her breast
He longed to nestle where she pinned the little Dan Murphy's crest
He'd take her out for dinner somewhere chic
They'd stare into each others eyes, discuss the specials for next week
And then one day she wasn't there, she never came back again
She probably started a new career, and married her boyfriend
He'd ask after her but, some things were just never meant
He hung around his house, like Coopers pale-ale sediment
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Whoa Dani, you really got a hold on me
Whoa Dani, Dani from Dan Murphy's
Now hes 27 stone a diabetic for life
His liver went and packed up on him, just like his former wife
Dani left him unfermented, longing for her cleanskin
All he got was bitter, and a very full recycling bin