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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 SongtexteFor 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 a small cigar... Aus Songtexte Mania