The Ballad of Nigel & Sian

Yeh he was Nige and she was Sian

And yeh she lived at 211

His house was posh

And dad was corporate

Tinker, tailor, soldier, sailor

Yeh there was Nigel on the train
And Sian got on there too
She wasn't meant to go that way
The fate of Sian & Nige that day

Coach, carriage, wheelbarrow, mudcart 

Yeh she was Sian and he was Nige

Doc Martins, denim, leather

Her house a terrace, his exec

But they just went together

Yeh he loves her

And she loves him

The Jam was up & jumpin'

The parents all met up one night

On velvet sofas all polite

Discuss their kids to keep 'em right

Yeh, yeh, The Kids well they're alright!

Says me, says you, So say The Who

Rich man, poor man, beggarman, thief

Oh first love is bittersweet

The Clash were out there clashin'
And punk was all the fashion

The photo's circa '82

And Nige is there

And me and you 

Yeh he was Nigel, Nigel Tate

Was it chance or was it fate?

He was bright & she was clever

This year, next year, sometime, never

And Siouxsie she was rockin'

Two, four, six, eight

Who do you appreciate

Love is here, love is there

Old love, new love, bittersweet & O so true love

First love, worst love

Love is bloomin' everywhere ....

Yeh he was Nigel

She was Sian

And mum, well she was looking on .....
Yeh, she was simply lookin' on .......