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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...