You stand at twenty inches in your stockinged feet People pick you up and say that you are sweet You’ll never beat the shit out of another man You’ll never reach the top shelf they don’t understand No one ever fears you, you are just a joke Someone they can laugh at, fun at which to poke You’d like to pull a gun out blow them all away Stop them looking down on you, wipe their smiles away After you have shot them stamped on all their heads You can look down on them now they are all dead Now you hold the power now you are big With them all dead now you can live Midget man… All of your children they’ll be small as well They will all look up to you and you will feel swell You will be a big man, be a macho king And when you die everyone will sing Midget man…