A Small Cigar (Remastered) - 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 . . .