[Intro] Em
[VERSE 1]
[Em]Once there was a humble [G]baker, [D]spent all day making [C]buns and cakes
And [Am]rolls and loaves of [D]bread and muffins, and he loved his work but it wasn’t e[Em]nough.
He longed to offer up his [G]heart,[D] to not just any tart[C]
But [Am]one of substance and of [D]virtue, but suitable candidates were oh so [Em]few.
[CHORUS]
[Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
(NC) Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.
[VERSE 2]
[Em]Gently took her from the [G]oven, the [D]sweet scents sent off [C]waves of loving
His [Am]eyes beheld her [D]flaky crust, he thought "I mustn’t. But I [Em]must”.
Alas Nigel’s dad could not re[G]sist her, he [D]held her close and [C]then he kissed her
[Am] [D] (NC) [Em]
Before another word was uttered, his momma’s buns were buttered.
[CHORUS]
Oh, [Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
(NC) Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.
[VERSE 3]
And [Em]so please mark this poignant [G]tale, next [D]time you see baked [C]goods for sale
Which [Am]proves true love de[D]fies convention; leads to couplings we can’t [Em]mention.
So it comes as no sur[G]prise,[D] maybe baker’s [C]dough did rise
[Am] [D] (NC) [Em]
Though some men scoff to ride and scorn, from such forbidden love……. Nigel was born.
[CHORUS]
[Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
Half a man, half a man
Half a man, half a [Em]biscuit. [Em]
[VERSE 1]
[Em]Once there was a humble [G]baker, [D]spent all day making [C]buns and cakes
And [Am]rolls and loaves of [D]bread and muffins, and he loved his work but it wasn’t e[Em]nough.
He longed to offer up his [G]heart,[D] to not just any tart[C]
But [Am]one of substance and of [D]virtue, but suitable candidates were oh so [Em]few.
[CHORUS]
[Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
(NC) Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.
[VERSE 2]
[Em]Gently took her from the [G]oven, the [D]sweet scents sent off [C]waves of loving
His [Am]eyes beheld her [D]flaky crust, he thought "I mustn’t. But I [Em]must”.
Alas Nigel’s dad could not re[G]sist her, he [D]held her close and [C]then he kissed her
[Am] [D] (NC) [Em]
Before another word was uttered, his momma’s buns were buttered.
[CHORUS]
Oh, [Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
(NC) Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.
[VERSE 3]
And [Em]so please mark this poignant [G]tale, next [D]time you see baked [C]goods for sale
Which [Am]proves true love de[D]fies convention; leads to couplings we can’t [Em]mention.
So it comes as no sur[G]prise,[D] maybe baker’s [C]dough did rise
[Am] [D] (NC) [Em]
Though some men scoff to ride and scorn, from such forbidden love……. Nigel was born.
[CHORUS]
[Em]Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell[D]
How could your parents risk it?
[Bm]Baker’s son born of a bun
Half a man, half a man
Half a man, half a [Em]biscuit. [Em]
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