Finnegan

Very obvious
Even Ho Chi Min
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
Two 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 'cause they're 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 it's
Luck I lack
I'm framed like a Rembrandt
That's me on a postal wall
There's 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 'cause they're closing in again

Pick it up Pack it up
Pack it in my bag again
I'm on the move my new name is Finnegan