A small cigar can change the world I know, Ive done it frequently at parties Where Ive won all the guests attention With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing A little flat tin case is all you need Breastpocket 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 dont fit this Hampstead soiree Where unread copies of Rolling Stone Wellthumbed Playboys Decorate the hifi stereo record shelves If you ask me theyre on their way To uppermiddleclass oblivion The stupid twits, they roll their only One cigarette between them My small cigars 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, theres 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
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