I wear my cap with pride
when swaying side to side
indoors where it be crude
too late to find me shrewd

I never lay in doubt
when walking from about
at home where it be warm
you’re sound asleep I’m born

I’m a small chap walk tall chap
when it rains cats and dogs
from my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac

Inside a rubber wall yelling
screams echo off the ceiling
my love could penetrate
so I’ll leave you now prostrate

My fag smoulders out and out
and odours wafter about
so I give my head a kip
my caps worn to a split

I’m a small chapwalk tall chap
when it rains cats and dogs
from my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac

I wear my cap with pride
when swaying side to side
indoors where I feel nude
too late to find me shrewd

I never lay in doubt
when walking from about
at home where it be warm
you’re sound asleep I’m born

I’m a small chap walk tall chap
when it rains cats and dogs
from my pocket I pick a pac
when it rains cats and dogs
from my pocket I pick a pac
when it rains cats and dogs
from my pocket I pick a pac-a-mac