Paroles de Michael Finnegan

There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen Along came the wind and blew them in again Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen Along came the wind and blew them in again Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen Along came the wind and blew them in again Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again There was an old man named Michael Finnegan He had whiskers on his chin-a-gen Along came the wind and blew them in again Poor, old Michael Finnegan, begin again (Gasping) One, two, three, four