A Small Cigar (Acoustic Version; Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)
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โฑ๏ธ 3:38 duration
๐ ID: 15119749
๐ 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-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 . . .
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 . . .
โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics
[00:01.14] A small cigar can change the world
[00:07.08] I know, I've done it frequently at parties
[00:11.11] Where I've won all the guests' attention
[00:15.04] With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
[00:23.32] A little flat tin case is all you need
[00:27.21] Breast-pocket conversation opener
[00:31.16] And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
[00:35.56] You can throw away when empty
[00:39.95] Must be declared a great success
[00:43.71] My small cigars all vanish within minutes
[00:51.87] Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
[00:55.82] A nearby tobacconist
[00:59.59] To replenish my supply of small cigars
[01:03.73] And make the party swing again
[01:09.02] I know my clothes seem shabby
[01:12.17] And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
[01:16.09] Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
[01:18.80] Well-thumbed Playboys
[01:20.51] Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
[01:25.82] If you ask me they're on their way
[01:29.12] To upper-middle-class oblivion
[01:32.80] The stupid twits, they roll their only
[01:38.99] One cigarette between them
[01:43.56] My small cigar's redundant now
[01:47.36] In the haze of smoking pleasure
[01:51.34] Call it a day
[01:53.01] Get the hell away
[01:54.77] Go down the cafe
[01:56.91] For a cup of real tea
[02:03.52] By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
[02:07.24] Who sells papers in the rush hour
[02:11.65] I hand to him ten small cigars
[02:15.42] He smiles, says, Son, God bless you
[02:21.85] A small cigar
[02:24.78] Has changed his world, my friend
[02:28.83] A small cigar
[02:32.67] Has changed the world again
[03:04.55] A small cigar . . .
[03:06.69]
[00:07.08] I know, I've done it frequently at parties
[00:11.11] Where I've won all the guests' attention
[00:15.04] With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
[00:23.32] A little flat tin case is all you need
[00:27.21] Breast-pocket conversation opener
[00:31.16] And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
[00:35.56] You can throw away when empty
[00:39.95] Must be declared a great success
[00:43.71] My small cigars all vanish within minutes
[00:51.87] Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit
[00:55.82] A nearby tobacconist
[00:59.59] To replenish my supply of small cigars
[01:03.73] And make the party swing again
[01:09.02] I know my clothes seem shabby
[01:12.17] And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
[01:16.09] Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
[01:18.80] Well-thumbed Playboys
[01:20.51] Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
[01:25.82] If you ask me they're on their way
[01:29.12] To upper-middle-class oblivion
[01:32.80] The stupid twits, they roll their only
[01:38.99] One cigarette between them
[01:43.56] My small cigar's redundant now
[01:47.36] In the haze of smoking pleasure
[01:51.34] Call it a day
[01:53.01] Get the hell away
[01:54.77] Go down the cafe
[01:56.91] For a cup of real tea
[02:03.52] By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
[02:07.24] Who sells papers in the rush hour
[02:11.65] I hand to him ten small cigars
[02:15.42] He smiles, says, Son, God bless you
[02:21.85] A small cigar
[02:24.78] Has changed his world, my friend
[02:28.83] A small cigar
[02:32.67] Has changed the world again
[03:04.55] A small cigar . . .
[03:06.69]