We're only making plans for Nigel. We only want what's best for him. We're only making plans for Nigel. Nigel just needs a helping hand. . And if young Nigel says he's happy.
Making Plans For Nigel. (feat. Camille). (XTC). . We're only making plans for Nigel. We only want what's best for him. We're only making plans for Nigel.
We're only making plans for Nigel. We only want what's best for him. We're only making plans for Nigel. Nigel just needs this helping hand. . And if young Nigel says he's happy.
I got so much to say. But I'm afraid it'll come out wrong.. I'm not akin to the Eighties thing,. Where you look after number one.. . But I won't rock the boat,.
Officer Blue. Really love the things you do. Even when I was just eight years old (eight years old). Officer Blue. Is it true what they say?. That when you work you're still at play (still at play).
I want a back seat. Because I'm dead beat. I'm respirating. To sounds of the engine. . Gives us sleepyheads, sleepyheads. The road ahead it takes us to our beds.
Instant tunes only just been made. Instant songs never to be played. Instant tunes hanging out to dry. Let me try to introduce you to. Instant tunes. Instant tunes.
Boom goes my heart. Dancing around your daisies. Church bells will start. Sat on you reading your ages. I drift away. In loving memory of a name. . Covered in moss.
It's the airwaves of the world. But not the hairwaves on your head. Oh, but anything can be. On land and in the sea. . You've got cross wires. You've got cross wires.
Mother's in the kitchen steaming up the window panes. Smell of boiling cabbage comes up from an open drain. But no amount of scrubbing could ever shift a gravy stain.
There's too many cooks in the kitchen. There's too many minds on the job. There's too many cooks in the kitchen. Everybody wants a piece of the action.
Gone are the days. When hate filled my heart. I feel now I am a happy man. I laugh now at values that I had. . All through my youth. I was shouting and no one would hear.
He makes a beeline for the place. Where he gets his only ace. Sometimes he's standing in the rain. Oh Gene Kelly's hat and cane. . He has the Rhythm in his head.
Oh, I need protection. Nothing is safe and,. Nothing is truly sacred,. If you want to stay alive,. Keep your body from the undertakers.. . Sing out!. Oh, I need protection..
I am the audience. There's no doubt, no consequence. I could make the morning papers. If I use my capers. Let's be the audience. I might lose my patience.
She likes it hot. She likes a tan. She steals my infra red when I'm gone. Oh no can it be. We're heading for a heatwave. . Her legs are brown. A trace of rust.
Generals and Majors ah ah. They're never too far. From battlefields so glorious. Out in a world of their own. They'll never come down. Till once again victorious, whoa.
I am the fly on the wall,. My prying eyes are looking through your bottom drawer.. I just came flying through your door,. You didn't notice that your number had been called..
The hunt is on to find the fox. Cross patchwork fields and spiny copse. Much to and froing. White horses showing. Their pearly teeth. . He lead them up into a wood.
People rushing round with no time to spare.. I'm so dizzy,. I'm neither here nor there.. In this traffic jam,. I just want to shout,. Let me off o' this English roundabout.