Ian Anderson - A Small Cigar lyrics

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-cla** 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