Song | Finnegan The Folk Hero |
Artist | Momus |
Album | Folktronic |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Currie | |
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 |
zuo ci : Currie | |
In a field of corn | |
Is a master' s shoe | |
Click the master' s shoe | |
There' s a bluetailed 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 noone 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 |
zuò cí : Currie | |
In a field of corn | |
Is a master' s shoe | |
Click the master' s shoe | |
There' s a bluetailed 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 noone 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 |