All Falls Down

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 you gonna do when it all falls down

'Cause I let a little rumour spread?

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'cha gonna do when it all falls down

And where you gonna go from there?

What'cha gonna do when the money's gone

And who you gonna buy to care?

What'cha gonna do when the country says

"now get yourself outta here"?

What'cha gonna paint

When you cannot paint the town?

I'm gonna wipe the smile

From the famous little clown

And what'cha 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'cha gonna do when it all falls down?