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