Tekst
I'm sitting in a park, drinking some tins
Smoking half a cigarette I found in a bin
I see a little boy, he jumps off the swings
He hits a load of nettles and they're stinging his shins
He's crying for his mother but she isn't around
He's sitting on the ground making "wah wah" sounds
I run over to help him, sit him up on my lap
I make a funny face, he starts to laugh
He says his name is Ivan, I bought him some sweets
I take him by the hand as we walk the streets
I got him a bottle 'cause he's my favorite boy
I made him promise we'd be friends 'til the day he dies
Knock knock, who's there? It's my little teddy bear
Smiling Ivan, smiling Ivan
Ding dong, guess who? It's my little kangaroo
Smiling Ivan, smiling Ivan
Ooh, never known a boy like you before
He's good at darts and hugging, and doing what he's told
I'd love to get him drunk but Ivan's only 6 years old
I showed him my big muscles, he thinks they're really cool
And he said he wants a snake for Christmas so I bought him two
And when his folks are sleeping, I call around to play
We rob his parents' heroin and throw it all away
We put on rollerblades and skate around all day
With bellies full of stinky buds and fizzy lemonade
Knock knock, who's there? It's my little teddy bear
Smiling Ivan, smiling Ivan
Ding dong, guess who? It's my little kangaroo
Smiling Ivan, smiling Ivan
And then one summer's day, I call around to play
But all his stuff was gone and Ivan must have moved away
I couldn't take the pain, I took a midnight train
I opened up a little bistro in the south of Spain
And twenty years went by, my heart began to mend
I learned to live my life alone without him as a friend
One day while I was working and sweeping up the floor
I heard a voice that took me back about twenty years or more
I dropped the broom and pan, across the room I ran
And it was Ivan who'd grown up to be a lovely man
I said "Can you imagine the fun we're going to have
With nothing else to do but hang around and have a laugh"
He said he's much too busy to join in with my fun
But maybe I could introduce you to my little son
He looks a good bit like him and by they act the same
He throws me up a high five, he says "Nigel is my name"
I take him by the hand, and then we walk away
I made him promise we'd be friends until his dying day
Knock knock, guess who? It's not Ivan but he'll do
Smiling Nigel, smiling Nigel
Ding dong, who's there? Someone else who really cares
Smiling Nigel, smiling Nigel
