This is a song about "Dandy"

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

I'm a g, and this is something you can't see

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

But only when our fucking lives are fine and dandy.

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin

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