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 ya gonna do when it all falls down 'cause I let a little rumor spread?
 Hah, 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 ya gonna do when it all falls down and where you gonna go from there?
 What ya gonna do when the money's gone and who you gonna buy to care?
 What ya gonna do when the country says "now get yourself outta here"?
 What ya gonna paint when you cannot paint the town?
 I'm gonna wipe the smile from that famous little clown
 And what ya 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 ya gonna do when it all falls down?