John Taylor - Nagel Baby lyrics

Nagel baby had it coming He was a child of the eighties Nagel baby worked the big room With a God given talent for lying Bred in suburbia Now he's a lifeles cold silver He flew too close to the sun Beatlemania Gave him a glimpse of the outside Multi-media Created his own jet propulsion Nagel baby Some say that he's missed by the ladies He died this side of midnight yuppy scum He flew too close to the sun Like a hot Maserati does 0-60 Cocaine and alcohol had driven him crazy A man of his times Will we miss him? Will we miss him at all? The times were a party It was a party at times He flew too close to the sun Icarus