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