All Falls Down

[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?