Smallest Man in the World (LYRICS)

Smallest Man in the World

What do you say when you see him out on the street?

What’s he get paid?

Where does he find shoes for those feet?

Does he feel extra-special, like he’s blessed and he’s cursed?

When he says, “It’s no big deal,” don’t it kinda sound rehearsed?

Well, I’ve heard he’s a charmer, but he runs hot and cold

Whatever he is, he’s the smallest man in the world

I saw him one time on Bourbon street outside a bar

as he climbed from the back of a shiny black Lincoln Town Car

Where can he hang out when he wants to lay low?

And when he looks in the mirror, where does he go?

When he boxes his shadow which one takes the fall?

Whatever he does, he’s the smallest man in the world

Where can he sit when he just has to have a good view?

When he’s called a liar, well how much can he really prove?

They say he’s been married, he put in his time

Lived in a tower and blew his own mind

Don’t he feel like a child when the waitress says “Doll”?

“What can I get you doll?”

Whatever she says, he’s the smallest man in the world

Smallest man in the world

(Where you runnin’ off to there little fella? Ah, look at him go)

vocal, baritone guitar: Chuck

pedal steel, nylon string: Max Butler

piano: Eric Drew Feldman

bass: Jerry Flowers

drums: Jim Bogis

strings: The Duboce Triangle Symphonette

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