Mr. Small, the watch-repairer mannMended clocks and watches every daynhe didn't ask for much from anyonenAnd so he worked right through both the night and daynnRepairing, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dustnThat busted all the watches in the town, people came from miles aroundnTo see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for muchnLalalala lalalalannMr. Small, the watch-repairer mannOn his own was old enough to knownThat people only said good morning to himnBecause no other man could charge so lownnRepairing, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dustnThat busted all the watches in the town, people came from miles aroundnTo see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for muchnLalalala lalalalanLalalala lalalalannMr. Small, the watch-repairer mannDied last Friday in his tiny roomnNo one came to see him on SundaynAs they lay him beneath the grass at noonnnCrying, listening, watching for the tiny particles of dustnThat busted all the watches in the town, no one came from miles aroundnTo see Mr. Small, he'd not ask for muchnLalalala lalalalanLalalala lalalalanLalalala lalalalanLalalala lalalala