歌词
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
One, two, three, four