Nigel’s on the corner, yeah, he’s waiting for his man.

He used to be a gymnast, now he can barely stand.

He’s all caught up with junk and all the other goings on.

His bones, they weigh nothing, but his heart, it weighs a tonne.

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick

Janet’s in the parlour, yeah, she’s getting a new tattoo

The name of her true love to go with the other twenty-two.

She’s had Nigel in the kitchen, she’s had Nigel in her bed.

With his name on her neck, she’ll still have him when she’s dead.

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick

So the January clouds they hang heavy over Boscombe,

Nigel once had buckets full of hope but he’s lost them.

He’s spilt them on the floor and they’re running down the drains,

But he’s in the arms of Janet and that’s where he will remain.

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick

It’s strange what people do to get a little kick