Spider-Dan

Danimal, Danimal,
Rocks out like an animal,
Shreds a riff, any time,
Over frets his fingers climb,
Look out! Here comes Danimal!

Is he good? Listen mate—
His skill with music's rather great.
Can he make a chiptune?
If you hear it you'll swoon,
Hey there! There goes Danimal.

In the dead of the night,
At the scene of the show,
His head reflecting light,
He is ready to go!

Danimal, Danimal,
Awesome neighborhood Danimal.
Wealth and fame, he's ignored—
Music is his reward.
To him,
Life is a great big chorale—
Wherever there's a locale,
You'll rock out with Danimal!