Mr. Small, the watch-repairer man Mended clocks and watches every day he didn't ask for much from anyone And so he worked right through both the night and day
Repairing, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dust That busted all the watches in the town, people came from miles around To see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for much Lalalala lalalala
Mr. Small, the watch-repairer man On his own was old enough to know That people only said good morning to him Because no other man could charge so low
Repairing, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dust That busted all the watches in the town, people came from miles around To see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for much Lalalala lalalala Lalalala lalalala
Mr. Small, the watch-repairer man Died last Friday in his tiny room No one came to see him on Sunday As they lay him beneath the grass at noon
Crying, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dust That busted all the watches in the town, no one came from miles around To see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for much Lalalala lalalala Lalalala lalalala Lalalala lalalala Lalalala lalalala