[Intro — spoken]

Danny had thrown a big party on Saturday night...

By Sunday morning he was on the bathroom floor...

He thought it was the worst hangover of his life...

It was not a hangover...

[Verse 1]

Danny loved a weekend party — forty-five years old,

Saturday night with friends — stories to be told,

Sunday morning crawling — couldn't leave the floor,

Pain ripping through his belly — never felt before.

Not a hangover — this was something else,

Pain drilling through the middle — straight into himself,

Radiating to his back — like a knife going through,

Danny called his wife — said I don't know what to do.

[Pre-Chorus]

Nausea hitting waves — vomiting all night,

Nothing made the pain stop — lying still felt right,

Leaning forward helped a bit — lying flat was worse,

Danny's belly rigid — body under curse.

[Chorus]

Danny's gut is on fire — deep inside the middle,

Digestive gland inflamed — starting its own riddle,

Enzymes eating inward — breaking Danny down,

Danny's gut is on fire — in the whole of town.

[Verse 2]

ER doctor pressed his belly — Danny hit the roof,

Tenderness so bad — all the needed proof,

Blood test showed the enzymes — sky high off the chart,

Something in the middle — falling right apart.

Scan confirmed the swelling — gland inflamed and bright,

Fat around it haziness — something not quite right,

No food — no drink — IV fluids running fast,

Danny getting pain control — how long would this last.

[Bridge]

Three days nothing by mouth — gut needed its rest,

Fluids through the arm — giving Danny his best,

Doctor said the alcohol — decades of the use,

Fatty deposits in the gland — nothing left to lose.

Gallstones were another thought — checked with a scan,

Bile duct was clear — alcohol was the plan,

Danny left the hospital — thinner — pale and weak,

Doctor said if drinking continues — future looks bleak.

[Outro]

Danny hasn't had a drink — six months and counting now,

Watches what he eats — low fat — takes the vow,

Belly still tender sometimes — after large meals,

Danny's gland is healing — slowly — Danny feels.

“Danny’s Story”