A Small Cigar

D        D7  Gm                   A
A small cigar can change the world
                       D            D7
I know, I've done it frequently at parties
               Gm                 A
Where I've won all the guests' attention
             D    D7          Gm          A
With my generosity and suave gentlemanly bearing
           D              D7
A little flat tin case is all you need
               Gm          Asus4 A
Breast-pocket conversation opener
                  D                         D7
And one of those ciggie lighters that look rather good
           Gm           Asus4 A
You can throw away when empty
      D              D7
Must be declared a great success
     Gm              Bb            D         B
My small cigars all vanish within minutes

                                                 Am  (An Am with lifted
   Em                     Am Am               e   0   index finger)
Excuse me, mine host, that I may visit        B   0
       G    D                                 G   2
A nearby tobacconist                          D   2
Continues after the ad
       Em                   Am Am             A   0
To replenish my supply of small cigars        E   -
     G                            B
And make the party swing again


    D                    D7
I know my clothes seem shabby
           Gm                 A
And don't fit this Hampstead soiree
                        D
Where unread copies of Rolling Stone
               D7
Well-thumbed Playboys
              Gm                   A
Decorate the hi-fi stereo record shelves
    D                 D7
If you ask me they're on their way
          Gm             Asus4 A
To upper-middle-class oblivion
      D                 D7
The stupid twits, they roll their only
     Gm           Asus4 A
One cigarette between them
     D              D7
My small cigar's redundant now
        Gm                Bb
In the haze of smoking pleasure
     D                  D7
Call it a day, get the hell away
             Gm          Bb          D   B
Go down the cafe, for a cup of real tea

        Em                        Am Am
By the tube station, there's a drunk old fool
           G                      D
Who sells papers in the rush hour
    Em              Am Am
I hand to him ten small cigars
     G                                   B
He smiles, says, ``Son, God bless you''

    D               C
A small cigar has changed his world, my friend
    D               C
A small cigar has changed the world again

Piano, repeated
Dsus4 D C ... G Bb Asus4 A Asus2 A

A small cigar . . .