Momus - Finnegan The Folk Hero lyrics
[Momus - Finnegan The Folk Hero lyrics]
In a field of corn is a master's shoe
Click the master's shoe
There's a blue tailed fly
Click a blind man's foot, see a horse's tail
It's down to Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
This is the tale of a clever sod
HTML was his gift from God
He slaved all night, coding the master's site
Never paid a cent what was his by rights
How the website burns since Finnegan fell!
Let's pray that he returns
From web designer hell
He's the only one can fix it
Fix it good and well
Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
He could stream Quicktime
He could code in Flash
He could make your icons dance with Java
Then empty out your trash
But Finnegan's dead, rotted clean away
Because the bastard master never
Gave him any pay
How the bastard yells cos the website's down
When he taps his URLs all he
Gets is '404 Not Found'
By the coffee machine
Screaming Finnegan's name
But the folk hero is dead and
There is no-one left to blame
We've lost our shirts now Finnegan's gone
If he had got his just deserts
We could've been cracking merrily on
Cos there was just one man could fix it
Fix it good and well
That's Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
When the web is quiet on a moonlit night
There is phantom code on the master's site
Some say it's spiders or a bot from hell
Like hell! It's Finnegan
The folk hero of HTML
Click the master's shoe
There's a blue tailed fly
Click a blind man's foot, see a horse's tail
It's down to Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
This is the tale of a clever sod
HTML was his gift from God
He slaved all night, coding the master's site
Never paid a cent what was his by rights
How the website burns since Finnegan fell!
Let's pray that he returns
From web designer hell
He's the only one can fix it
Fix it good and well
Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
He could stream Quicktime
He could code in Flash
He could make your icons dance with Java
Then empty out your trash
But Finnegan's dead, rotted clean away
Because the bastard master never
Gave him any pay
How the bastard yells cos the website's down
When he taps his URLs all he
Gets is '404 Not Found'
By the coffee machine
Screaming Finnegan's name
But the folk hero is dead and
There is no-one left to blame
We've lost our shirts now Finnegan's gone
If he had got his just deserts
We could've been cracking merrily on
Cos there was just one man could fix it
Fix it good and well
That's Finnegan, the folk hero of HTML
When the web is quiet on a moonlit night
There is phantom code on the master's site
Some say it's spiders or a bot from hell
Like hell! It's Finnegan
The folk hero of HTML