(Thompson/Barson) 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.
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