Hey there, Mr. Chaplin
You may think I'm rather small
'Cause the posh papers are falling at your feet
So, go ahead and snub me
And don't return my call
And build your house on top of Easy Street
But what ya gonna do when it all falls down 'cause I let a little rumor spread?
Hah, what you gonna do if I change the name of the person sleeping in your bed?
What you gonna do when I tell the tale that makes the country turn its head?
Just a little gossip, and just a little lie
I'll simply say "the little tramp is just a little spy"
And what's he gonna do when it all falls down?
Hey there, Mr. Chaplin
Well, your act deserves applause
You wave our flag and the country is impressed
But I'm a voice among the crowd
That's questioning your cause
And now I'll spread my doubt among the rest
And what ya gonna do when it all falls down and where you gonna go from there?
What ya gonna do when the money's gone and who you gonna buy to care?
What ya gonna do when the country says "now get yourself outta here"?
What ya gonna paint when you cannot paint the town?
I'm gonna wipe the smile from that famous little clown
And what ya gonna do when it all falls down?
And all the king's horses
And all the king's men
Will never put poor charlie together again
And what ya gonna do when it all falls down?
