Cedarmont Kids - Michael Finnigan Lyrics

There was an old man named Michael Finnigin
He had whiskers on his chin-i-gin
The wind blew them off and they grew in again
Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnigin
He went fishing with a pin-i-gin
Caught a fish, but dropped it in again
Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnigin
Climbed a tree and barked his shin-i-gin
Took off several yards of skin-i-gin
Poor old Michael Finnigin! Begin again

There was an old man named Michael Finnigin
He grew fat and then grew thin-i-gin
When he did, he had to begin-i-gin
Poor old Michael Finnigin! The end-i-gin