[Intro] Em

[Verse 1]
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Once there was a humble baker, spent all day making buns and cakes
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And rolls and loaves of bread and muffins, and he loved his work but it wasn’t enough.
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He longed to offer up his heart, to not just any tart
    Am                      D                                          Em
But one of substance and of virtue, but suitable candidates were oh so few.


[Chorus]
Em                                 D
Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell

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                       G         D                     C
Gently took her from the oven, the sweet scents sent off waves of loving
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His eyes beheld her flaky crust, he thought “I mustn’t. But I must”.
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Alas Nigel’s dad could not resist her, he held her close and then he kissed her
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Before another word was uttered, his momma’s buns were buttered.


[Chorus]
    Em                                 D
Oh, Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell

How could your parents risk it?
Bm
Baker’s son born of a bun
 (NC)              Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.


[Verse 3]
    Em                           G          D                  C                    
And so please mark this poignant tale, next time you see baked goods for sale
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Which proves true love defies convention; leads to couplings we can’t mention.
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So it comes as no surprise, maybe baker’s dough did rise
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Though some men scoff to ride and scorn, from such forbidden love……. Nigel was born.


[Chorus]
Em                                 D
Nigel Blackwell pray please to tell

How could your parents risk it?
Bm
Baker’s son born of a bun

Half a man, half a man
                   Em       Em
Half a man, half a biscuit.