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