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!
Gla** 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