Mr. McGonagle sits on the chimneytop wondering how he got there
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A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping and now he’s way up in the air
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Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
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Who knows if we’ll still be here, we could be there.
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Mrs. McDonagh was playing her banjo and singing a sweet lullaby
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When all of a sudden there came a great crash, now she’s flying way up in the sky
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Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
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Who knows if we’ll still be here, we could be there.
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Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motorcar one Sunday morning in May
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When out of the bonnet that there came a great giant and carried young Joseph away
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Who knows what the day will bring, it could bring anything
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Who knows if we’ll still be here, we could be there.
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Vocals: Gerry Rafferty
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Song For Simon
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| Gerry Rafferty |
