I wear my cap with pride When swaying side to side Indoors where it be crude Too late to find me shrewd. I never lay in doubt When walking from about At home where it be warm You're sound asleep unborn!
I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.
Inside a rubber wall yelling Screams echo, off the ceiling. My love could penetrate So I'll leave you now prostrate. My fag smoulders out and out And odours waft there about So I give my head a kip My cap's worn to a split.
I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.
I wear my cap with pride When swaying side to side Indoors where I feel nude Too late to find me shrewd. I never lay in doubt When walking from about At home where it be warm You're sound asleep unborn!
I'm a small chap Walk tall chap When it rains Cats and dogs From my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac.
Compositores: Cathal Joseph Patrick Smyth (PRS), Christopher John Foreman (PRS), Daniel Mark Woodgate (PRS), Graham Mcpherson (PRS), Lee Jay Thompson (PRS), Mark William Bedford (PRS), Michael Barson (PRS)Editor: EMI Music Publishing Ltd (PRS)ECAD verificado obra #13306320 em 13/Abr/2024