paroles de chanson A Small Cigar - Jethro Tull
                                                    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 
..                                                .
 
                                    
                                 
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