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 . . .