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Finnegan's Other Wake 
Finnegan's Other Wake (Charlie Miller 1983) 
Tim Finnegan was a moral man A member of the Majority, A fine, upstanding Republican With but one vice --- to water ski. Now one fine day to Pleasant Point The dozers came --- ka-chug, ka-chug They pumped the Delaware River dry And Tim was skiing in the mud. 
cho: Whack-fol-a-dol, now where's our river? Give it back for goodness sake, There's dead fish and rocks and mud But no more water in Finnegan's wake. 
Now Tim he left the office early Strapped his skis on at the pier, He shouted to the motor boat driver, "Come on! Get this thing in gear!" The driver gunned the Chrysler engine Tim grabbed the tow rope without fear, The prop churned gravel, the motor exploded Found Tim in mud up to his rear. 
Tim, he looked around with horror Said, "I voted for Ron, they can't do this to me!" I guess I'll have to use my noodle To figure out how I can ski." He got himself a big Ford Bronco Four-wheel drive and power brakes; Tied his tow rope to the bumper A spray of mud was Finnegan's wake. 
Now twenty miles south of there Philadelphians looked out to see A muddy gap between Penn's Landing And the State of New Jersey. But tho' container ships are stuck The Olympia turned on her side They'd sooner drive the Delaware Than to take I-95. 
Now Tim awoke, to his relief, To find that it was all a dream. They hadn't pumped out all the water We still had a running stream. But PECO's nukes are very thirsty They'll drink all the water they can take Hear the people, dump the pump So we can swim in Finnegan's wake. 
DT #528