This is a song about "Dandy"

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

But only when our fucking lives are fine and dandy.

I'm at home in your pantry, your shits fine it's just dandy

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

They're scrapping in alleys, acting real dandy as the magazines clappin'