Finnegan the Folk Hero - Momus

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