Nathanial Gnat

Part of the fun of this song is sounding like Twiggy (ie, like a Spice Girl who's not putting on an accent) when you sing it. Actually, the words all flow together so well you can't help but sing along...

The statue is tiny, I doubt that you'd see it
But it's no less important for that
It's an insect resplendent in tophat and tails
And inscribed "To Nathanial Gnat"

He departed this world, um-ber-ella well-furled
When his spats tangled up with some trees
A strange way to die for a Gnat who could tie
A cravat with such elegant ease

Some witnesses say, though he fell on his head,
He could have been saved by his hat
But smart to the last, and though falling fast,
He removed it in case it went flat

Now...thanks to his style and his brave marble smile
We find when with clothes we're impressed,
That we tend to apply (and now you know why)
The expression 'he's nattily dressed'

Look at his tile, ain't it got style?
Butchers the weasel and stoat
That's cockney for hat and his coat and all that
Which accounts for the smile on his boat

Now...thanks to his style and his brave marble smile
We find when with clothes we're impressed,
That we tend to apply (and now you know why)
The expression 'he's nattily dressed'
The expression 'he's nattily dressed!'