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Oh by the way Nigel died yesterday
A quiet guy he 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
Oh 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 pale as a ghost as narrow as a post
He's our prodigal so
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 he's guilty as sin
Nobody knows what he's on
He's pale as a ghost he's narrow as a post
He's our prodigal son
We'll miss him when he's gone
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 a ghost as narrow as a post
He's our prodigal son
Look at him he's guilty as sin
Nobody knows what he's on
He's as pale as a ghost as narrow as a post
He's our prodigal son
We'll miss him when he's gone
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