Lyrics




Mr. McGonnigal sits on the chimney top
Wondering how he got there
A minute ago he was in his bed sleeping
And now he's way up in the air
Who knows what the day will bring?
It could bring anything
Who knows if we'll still be here?
We could be there
Mrs. McDonald was playing her banjo
And singing a sweet lullaby
When all of a sudden there came a great crash
Now she's flying way up in the sky
Who knows what the day will bring?
It could bring anything
Who knows if we'll still be here?
We could be there
Young Joseph Egan was cleaning his motor car
One Sunday morning in May
When out of the bonnet there came a great giant
And carried young Joseph away
Who knows what the day will bring?
It could bring anything
Who knows if we'll still be here?
We could be there



Writer(s): Gerry Rafferty Copyright: Logo Songs Ltd.


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