♪"Twenty years ago the landlord of The Star Said "Here you are, young fellow-me-lad, here's a ninepenny cigar. I smoked it up to Easter, and then my horrible wife Said, "Put the nasty thing away. You'll need it the rest of your life." The end of my old cigar, tra-la, tra-la, tra-la. I walk down Piccadilly, I'm a regular lah-di-dah. I may not be good looking, nor look like a movie-star, But I tickle the ladies' fancy with the end of my old cigar." ♫