[Intro] Em [Verse 1] Em G D C Once there was a humble baker, spent all day making buns and cakes Am D Em And rolls and loaves of bread and muffins, and he loved his work but it wasn’t enough. G D C 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 Am D Em His eyes beheld her flaky crust, he thought “I mustn’t. But I must”. G D C Alas Nigel’s dad could not resist her, he held her close and then he kissed her Am D (NC) Em 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 Am D Em Which proves true love defies convention; leads to couplings we can’t mention. G D C So it comes as no surprise, maybe baker’s dough did rise Am D (NC) Em 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.