Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen,
The wind blew them up and blew them on again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
He went fishing with the pinnagen,
Sat all day and reeled it in again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
He looked up and saw those twins again,
He turned 'round and there they were again,
Poor old mIchael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
Ate his dinner from a tin again,
It was so good he ate some more again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
He grew fat and wanted to be thin again,
Went on a diet and got thin again,
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
Was so clumsy he bumped his shin again,
Shouted loud "What a din again",
Poor old Michael Finnegan. Begin Again

There was an old man named Micheal Finnegan,
Heard this song and began to sing again,
Hurt my ears so don't begin again,
And thats the end of Michael Finnegan,
And thats the end of Michael Finnegan.

The End!