When Christmas comes round we are full of good cheer,
And we all get together for a few pints of beer;
But last year our Nigel made fun of the prof;
And it seems he's been told he will have to [be] off.
Singing Nigel ri-too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
The prof. said to Nigel, "In view of your cheek
I shall increase your lectures to one hour a week."
At this terrible threat poor Nigel went grey,
And he gave in his notice that very same day.
Singing Nigel ri-too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
His file handling system he'll play with no more;
His Usercode programming days are all o'er.
He's leaving the lab with its strain and its stress,
And he's going full-time with the Oriel Press.
Singing Nigel ri-too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
Some say as an editor he is first class,
Though others might think that he talks through his [hat].
His English is bad, though his Japanese is fine,
So tell him to keep his damn' hands off this rhyme.
Singing Nigel ri-too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.
Oh, Nigel, dear Nigel, you'll no more be here,
So, up to the bar, lad, and buy us some beer;
And put in your order before you are through -
For the first time and last time the drinks are on you!
Singing Nigel ri-too-ra-li-oo-ra-li-ay.