Finnegan The Folk Hero

	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

	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