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’re gonna do when it all falls down
 ‘Cause I let a little rumor spread?
 What you’re gonna do if I change the name
 Of a person sleeping in your bed?
 What you’re 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 you’re 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 am a voice among the crowd that’s
 Questioning your cause
 And now I’ll spread my doubt among the rest
 And what you’re gonna do when it all falls down?
 And where you’re gonna go from there?
 What you’re gonna do when the money is gone?
 And who you’re gonna buy to care?
 What you’re goona do when the country says,
 “Now get yourself out of here”?
 What you’re gonna paint
 When you cannot paint the town?
 I’m gonna wipe the smile from that famous little clown
 What you’re gonna do when it all falls down?
 And all the king’s houses
 And all the king’s men
 Will never put poor Charlie
 Together again!
 And what you’re gonna do when it all
 Falls down?