I wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where it be crude
Too late to find me shrewdI never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep I'm bornI'm a small chap walk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-macInside a rubber wall yelling
Screams echo off the ceiling
My love could penetrate
So I'll leave you now prostrateMy fag smolders out and out
And odors waft about
So I give my head a kip
My caps worn to a splitI'm a small chapwalk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-macI wear my cap with pride
When swaying side to side
Indoors where I feel nude
Too late to find me shrewdI never lay in doubt
When walking from about
At home where it be warm
You're sound asleep I'm bornI'm a small chap walk tall chap
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac
When it rains cats and dogs
From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac
Songwriters
MCPHERSON, GRAHAM/BARSON, MICHAEL/BEDFORD, MARKPublished by
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