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