Nigel, the Nightingale of London Town Nigel, the Nightingale of London I say old chap, what-ho? Tootle pip and jolly good show Your friends all love the things you say Though no one speaks like that today Except Nigel, the Nightingale of London Town Nigel, the Nightingale of London Well, life down on the farm Can't do you any harm But when you are a London bird You miss the things you've seen and heard London, there is no place quite like it London, there is no place like London And, oh, what joy you bring When we hear you sing Though starlings croak and pigeons coo There is no-one who sings like you Nigel, welcome home to London Town Nigel, welcome home to London Your friends in Berkeley Square Glance up and know you're there And strangers look when they hear your sound And Londoners say 'He's back around' That's Nigel, the Nightingale of London Town Nigel, the Nightingale of London I say old chap, what-ho? Tootle pip and cheerio So never leave this square again Except Hyde Park on spring weekends Nigel, the Nightingale of London Town Nigel, the Nightingale of London