Songtext von Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chinnegan He cut 'em off but they grew in again Poor old Michael Finnegan Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He went fishing with a pin again Caught a fish but it flopped back it in again Poor old Michael Finnegan Begin again. There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He ran a race and tried to win again He fell down and bumped his shin again Poor old Michael Poor old Michael Poor old Michael Finnegan Don't begin again.