(Spoken)

ev’ry mornin’ at the mine no one saw him report
he was light as air and was shorter than short
wore a sack for his trousers and a hanky for a shirt
and everybody and their brother said, ’hey squirt’ to small sean
small sean
small sean
short ‘stack’ sean
(small sean)


everyone always knew where sean come from
when the circus came to town he stayed on by gum
he was talkative, always bent an ear
and just to shut him up, you’d buy a beer for small sean


he never really liked the big top work
where he got into it with the worlds strongest jerk
and a quick groin shot from a short left hook
made a muscle headed goon into a whiny schnook, small sean
small sean
small sean
short ‘stack’ sean
(small sean)



one fateful day in the belly of the mine
a tunnel collapsed and light didn’t shine
prospects looked grim for the sourdoughs
and everybody thought, 'what a way to go'-’cept sean



through the cracks in the rocks of this God damned tomb
crawled a peanut of a man to the miners now doomed
with his little body, he dug like a mole
and with his tiny ore pick he reached them poor souls, small sean
small sean
small sean
short ‘sh!t’ sean
(small sean)


through the tunnel he dug, he brought the miner’s gear
and the miners cried out, ‘help us get out of here!’
while forty men labored from uncertain death
one of them had to stop and catch his breath, small sean


with picks and shovels they dug their way out
then the whole mining crew let out a shout
now all of the men came out of it fine
everybody knew it was celebration time for small sean
small sean
small sean
hey ‘squirt’ sean
(small sean)


now, when they soon reopened that copper pit
just who do you think they put in charge of it?
only one stands out in that there dirt
the one who’s top of the line is the man they called 'squirt', small sean
small sean
small sean
yes ‘sir’ sean
(small sean)

(small sean, small sean, small sean)...