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                                                        (An with lifted                                           e   0   index finger)   Excuse me mine host that I may visit           0                                                  2   A nearby tobacconist                             2                                              0   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   Piano repeated   ...    A small cigar . . .