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 . . .


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