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