Finnegan lyrics

Very obvious, even Ho Chi Minh

Could sympathize with the mess I'm in

I'm number-one-son please tell me are you Charlie Chan?

Give me wise proverbials I'm your number one fan



Tired of the cheap towels that scratch my skin

Tiny soaps and TV are my only friends

Thugs on an ambush spy me through conical eyes

I'm a walking target in a bullseye disguise



Pick it up Pack it up Pack it in my bag again

I'm on the move my new name is Finnegan

Pick it up Pack it up Pistol in my back again

I'm on the news 'cuz their closing in again

Closing in on me



I'm no desperado, I am no culprit, I'm no hired hitman...

I'm sick of this



Glass goes flying, bang and crack

My reflection shatters and itIs luck I lack

I'm framed like a Rembrndt, thatIs me on a postal wall

There is a one-armed bandit out there and I took his fall



Pick it up Pack it up Pack it in my bag again

I'm on the move my new name is Finnegan

Pick it up Pack it up Pistol in my back again

I'm on the news 'cuz their closing in again.