Verse 1:
I know a man who knows it all
He's not much more than three feet tall
He's always looking down
Even though he's on the ground
That's why they call him Mr. Small
Verse 2:
He's got a wife to call his own
He calls her lots of things at home
But in the real world
His voice is seldom heard
And so they call him Mr. Small
Bridge 1:
Living on a dead end street
Judging all the folks he meets
Even though he meets no one at all
Verse 3:
He wants to buy some real estate
As if somehow that compensates
He'll crawl into his hole
Where there should be a soul
And dwell on all the things he hates
La la la la la la la la
Bridge 2:
Mr. Small, life ain't fair
No one seems to know you're there
And the world - they don't care at all
Verse 4:
He'll say that I'm not worth a damn
'Cause I don't make 100 grand
He might think I'm poor
But I've got so much more
Than Mr. Small can understand
I'm trying hard to be a man
I'm happy just the way I am

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