LYRIC
I grew up overshadowed by wooden lakes
Couldn’t catch the eye of no city boy
Here I am devoted to Nigel
How I love the way you look in your orange jeans
Can’t believe I let the smog cloud my eye
Where the wooden lakes stand
And the steep tunnels surround
I’ll ride my red truck with you by my side
There’s a whisper in the Hurricane Mills breeze
Reminding me of Carla
That whisper builds
That whisper cries
Carla in the morning skies
You appear on the horizon
Brushing that yellow hair from your eyes
The city folk with their fancy gadgets
Cement lakes like grey tombs
Don’t have nothin’ on our way of life
Just listen to the waves
Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
You know, there’s a lot I drive by in my red truck
Folk who is messing up
Always stay yummy, Nigel
Always stay yummy
In Hurricane Mills, when I was a child
I met a yummy man
“How can you be so yummy?” asked I
Here was his wise reply
Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
Met an old lady who lived like a monster
“What happened to her?” asked I
Here was his wise reprise
Don’t live your life like a monster
Today might feel a time to be like a monster
But that ain’t no way to lead a life
That lady’s gone now
It’s sad really
Word is, she had yellow hair once
Little Nigel, keep your jeans orange
Always stay yummy, Nigel
Always stay yummy
Waves, waves, waves
Waves, waves, waves…
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