You're a sad little boy whose only joy is taking other children's toys
A sad state of affairs it's plain you don't care about anybody anywhere
You played on our fears, laughed at our tears, and fueled our hate, and then in the debate you were so proud, you bragged out loud about how well you are endowed
But you must have a small one to act like such a big one
You're the duke of oil. You soil the soil and steal away with all the spoils
You know it won't last, but you cling to the past and take the Earth for all she has
With abuse of power, you're man of the hour
Stopping to trample on each precious flower
Do you mind if I don't have this dance?
Keep your VIP-ness in your pants
And you must have a small one to act like such a big one
Folk Uke - Small One Lyrics
Folk Uke - Small One Lyrics
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You're a sad little boy whose only joy is taking other children's toys
A sad state of affairs it's plain you don't care about anybody anywhere
You played on our fears, laughed at our tears, and fueled our hate, and then in the debate you were so proud, you bragged out loud about how well you are endowed
But you must have a small one to act like such a big one
You're the duke of oil. You soil the soil and steal away with all the spoils
You know it won't last, but you cling to the past and take the Earth for all she has
With abuse of power, you're man of the hour
Stopping to trample on each precious flower
Do you mind if I don't have this dance?
Keep your VIP-ness in your pants
And you must have a small one to act like such a big one
A sad state of affairs it's plain you don't care about anybody anywhere
You played on our fears, laughed at our tears, and fueled our hate, and then in the debate you were so proud, you bragged out loud about how well you are endowed
But you must have a small one to act like such a big one
You're the duke of oil. You soil the soil and steal away with all the spoils
You know it won't last, but you cling to the past and take the Earth for all she has
With abuse of power, you're man of the hour
Stopping to trample on each precious flower
Do you mind if I don't have this dance?
Keep your VIP-ness in your pants
And you must have a small one to act like such a big one
Writer: Amy Nelson
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Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC