A Man Smoking A Cigar

(الألبوم: Looks At Life - 1967)

How quietly you smoke your cigar
You're holding the world in a jar
You're jowls aren't inflating the smoke you're inhaling
As wisely you smoke your cigar

Steadfastly behind your cigar
You lead all your troops into war
Confusing the home team by leaving a smokescreen
I salute when I see your cigar

Big feet on the desk as you groan
To some other wheel on the phone
Like kids with their playthings we save your cigar rings
That you have tossed down from your throne

You wave your cigar in the air
Controlling big things from your chair
While sideways you tell us the things you can sell us
And draw us a diagram there

Without your cigar you're weak
It lies in the ashtray asleep
It's part of your makeup you hope it will shakeup
The boys that sit down at your feet

Doodle a doo doo doodle a doo...

How greatly you chomp your cigar
While pulling the strings from afar

Could it be maybe you just had a baby
Three cheers as you smoke your cigar