Hey there, Mr. Chaplain, you may think I'm rather small cause the posh papers are falling at your feet. So go ahead and snap me, and don't return my call, and build your house on top of Easy Street. But whatcha gonna do when it all falls down, cause I let a little rumor spread? Whatcha gonna do if I change the name of the person sleeping in your bed? Whatcha 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. Chaplain, well your act deserves applause. You wave a flag and the country is impressed, but I'm the voice among the crowd that's questioning your cause, and now I'll spread my doubt among the rest. And whatcha gonna do when it all falls down, and where you gonna go from there? Whatcha gonna do when the money's gone, and who you gonna buy to care? Whatcha gonna do when the country says, now get yourself outta here? Whatcha gonna paint when you cannot paint the town? I'm gonna wipe the smile from that famous little clown, and whatcha gonna do when it all falls down? And all the king's horses and all the king's men will never look for Charlie to bathe her again, and whatcha gonna do when it all falls down?