A Small Cigar

A small cigar can change the world,

I know, i've done it frequently at parties

Where i've won all the guests' attention

With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing.

A little flat tin case is all you need

Breast-pocket conversation opener

And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good

You can throw away when empty.

Must be declared a great success

My small cigars all vanish within minutes.

Excuse me, mine host, that i may visit a nearby tobacconist

To replenish my supply of small cigars and make the party swing again.

I know my clothes seem shabby

And don't fit this hampstead soiree,

Where unread copies of rolling stone,

Well-thumbed playboys

Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves.

If you ask me they're on their way

To upper-middle-class oblivion.

The stupid twits, they roll their only

One cigarette between them.

My small cigar's redundant now

In the haze of smoking pleasure.

Call it a day,

Get the hell away,

Go down the cafe

For a cup of real tea.

By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool

Who sells papers in the rush hour.

I hand to him ten small cigars.

He smiles, says, "son, god bless you''.

A small cigar

Has changed his world, my friend

A small cigar

Has changed the world again

A small cigar, a small cigar,

A small cigar, a small cigar

A small cigar...