[Intro]

Hello there

I wonder, have you ever asked yourself

"Hmm, what goes on underneath my cupboard?"

"Is there a tiny man that lives under there?"

Well, why don't we ask?

[Chorus 1]

Tiny little man

Titchy, tiny, little man

His best friend's made of buttons and his bed's a slice of ham

When you drop a rubber band, well, he begins to shine

With the help of some toothpicks, he'll make a washing line

[Verse 1]

His table is made of buttons, held together with some gum

And his pillow is an olive that he puts inside his tum

For bread, he'll eat your breakfast crumbs that have fallen on the floor

For jam he'll use a tiny jar of jam he bought from the tiny store

Because there is a tiny store, where he can buy normal things that are small

But for some reason sometimes he'll make things from stuff you drop on the floor

[Verse 2: Broden]

Hey tiny man, get out of my butter

When in you're in there, you're utter butter clutter

When I'm making toast, for my breakfast

I don't want you in there, making a mess

If your butter's done, just ask for some

But son, that's not an open invitation

If you'd like some butter, ask me each and every time

Maintain a healthy dialogue would be just fine

[Verse 3]

He works as a tiny broker

Trading regular Wall Street stock

But talking on a normal sized phone can be rather cocked

So he went to the tiny store and bought a Bluetooth headset

But then the market dropped, point zero one percent

Now, point zero one percent might not seem like much to you

But because he is very small, to him it's rather huge

To him, point zero one percent, is a million percent

So he tied a noose with a hair tie that was pink and fluorescent

[Chorus 2]

Tiny little man

Very, very, very, small, tiny man

Be careful what you drop, he might use it to kill himself

He loves to chat to his best friend

They sing and dance and play all day

His best friend loves to—

[Outro]

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENIN'?

WHAT THE BLOODY HELL IS HAPPENIN', AYE?