A small cigar can change the world.
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
When 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 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.

A small cigar can change the world, my friend.
A small cigar can change the world, my friend.



I know my clothes seem shabby
And don't fit ths Hampstead soirée
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 own-ly
One cigarette between them.
My small cigar'sreduntant now
In their haze of smoking pleasure.
Call it a day, get the hell away,
Go down the café 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 can change the world, my friend.
A small cigar has changed the world again.

A small cigar.
A small cigar.
A small cigar.
A small cigar...