The Digital Tradition has some serious Mondegreens. Here's what I found in the songbook titled The Fields of Athenry: Songs of Pete St. John (Soodlum).

DANNY FARRELL
(Pete St. John)

I knew Danny Farrell when his football was a can,
With his hand-me-downs and Welliers and his sandwiches of bran;
But now that pavement peasant is a full-grown bitter man,
With all the trials and troubles of his travelling people's clan'

CHORUS: He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man.

I knew Danny Farrell when he joined the National School;
He was lousy at the Gaelic, Called him amadán and fool
He was brilliant in the toss school or trading objects in the Pawn
By the time he was an adult all his charming ways were gone...

And I knew Danny Farrell when we queued up for the dole,
And we tried to hide the loss of pride that eats away the soul;
Mending pots and kettles was a trade lost in the past,
"There's no hand-out here for tinkers" was the answer when he asked...

CHORUS
He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man.

I still know Danny Farrell, saw him just there yesterday,
Taking methylated spirits with some winos on the quay;
Sure, he's forty going on eighty, with his eyes of hope bereft,
And he told me this for certain, there's not many of us left...

He's a loser, a boozer, a me and you user
A raider, a trader, a people police hater
So lonely and only, what you'd call a gurrier
Still now, Danny Farrell, he's a man


Source: The Fields of Athenry: Songs of Pete St. John (Soodlum)