All Falls Down

Lyrics
[Hedda] 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?
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Credits
- Writers
- Christopher Curtis