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