Nigel Wouldn’t Approve

Snow is falling
On a summer’s afternoon
The painter smiles to himself
Humming a simple tune
I bet he doesn’t even
Know the time of day
Looking at him I wonder
What Nigel would say

I bet he wouldn’t approve
Nigel wouldn’t approve

Two lovers are kissing
As they walk through the park
You can guess what they’ll be doing
After it gets dark
They try and kid themselves
That their love is real
Looking at them I wonder
What Nigel would feel

I think he would not approve
Nigel wouldn’t approve

Nigel, oh Nigel
You are such a bore
Nigel, oh Nigel
Let me tell you more
Nigel, oh Nigel
You think you’re cool and slick
But Nigel, oh Nigel
You make me sick

The musician comes in
With a plastic protractor
He’s covered all the angles
And he thinks he’s got the answer
He goes to the bar
And buys himself a drink
Looking at him I wonder
What Nigel would think

He probably wouldn’t approve
Nigel wouldn’t approve

Children are playing
And laughing in the rain
A sports car is driving too fast
Down a country lane
A busker is playing and singing
To a cinema queue
Looking at them I wonder
What Nigel would do

I’m sure he wouldn’t approve
Nigel wouldn’t approve

Nigel, oh Nigel
You are such a bore
Nigel, oh Nigel
Let me tell you more
Nigel, oh Nigel
You think you’re cool and slick
But Nigel, oh Nigel
You make me sick