Nigel -

Oh, by the way, Nigel died yesterday

A quiet guy, never had too much to say

He’d been seriously ill

He’d been going downhill

For a very long time

But he had a good time

By the way, Nigel died yesterday

A quiet guy, he never had too much to say

He didn’t keep up his appearance

And he never phoned his parents

They were very, very old

And they could be so very rude

And they would say to their friends

«Look at him, he’s guilty as sin

Nobody knows what he’s on

He’s as pale as as ghost

As narrow as a post

But he’s our prodigal son

We’ll miss him when he’s gone»

Oh, by the way, Nigel died yesterday

A quiet guy, never had too much to say

He’d been seriously ill

He’d been going downhill

For a very long time

But he had a good time

And they would say to their friends

«Look at him, as guilty as sin

Nobody knows what he’s on

He’s as pale as as ghost

He’s narrow as a post

But he’s our prodigal son

We’ll miss him when he’s gone»

And they would say to their friends

«Look at him, as guilty as sin

Nobody knows what he’s on

He’s as pale as as ghost

As narrow as a post

But he’s our prodigal son»

«Look at him, as guilty as sin

Nobody knows what he’s on

He’s as pale as as ghost

As narrow as a post

But he’s our prodigal son

We’ll miss him when he’s gone»