I was hanging around London

doing tv

I was singing my heart out

for the BBC

a little girl stopped me

on the street, I thought

to ask for my autograph

and tell me I was hot

she said with a twang

I thought I recognized you

you used to pump my gas

back in old KC Mizzou



it's a little tiny world

it's as funny as can be

everybody's yucking it up

come on this laugh's on me



I went to a party

with my new girl when

we got there we ran into

four of her old boyfriends

one was with my ex-wife

one was with my gay brother

one was with my masseuse

on was with my date's mother

seemed almost everybody there

slept with everybody else

when I figured it all out

I figured I'd slept with myself



it's a little tiny world

just like a little tiny town

everybody knows

everybody's business

and everybody knows

mine's down



well, my ex-wife

she's got a little baby girl

a good job and a Saab

and a New Age world

I really can't blame her

for running off with him

I'd like to marry him too

that is if I liked men

we were wedded for life

she's stuck in my craw

but I wish all the best

to my new husband-in-law



Chorus



I was stranded in paradise

on an island all alone

I had everything I wanted

but I just wanted to go home

wrote a note in a bottle

and I threw it in the drink

it was on recycled paper

biodegradable ink

and I waited for weeks

for that answer I yearned

don't throw your crap in the ocean

no deposit, no return



Lyrics by Bob Walkenhorst

© 1994 Bob Walkenhorst Music BMI