Houston, Tx. USA
Ode to the smoker
I know theyíre not healthy, I know theyíre not good
Iíd probably stop smoking if I thought that I could
Each time that I buy them, I cringe at the cost
But each time that I light up in the pleasure I am lost
Now here is the problem, I write this with charm
All I meet say, ďstop thatĒ, though Iím doing them no harm.
I donít smoke in front of them, out side I do race
Iím careful and considerate, donít blow smoke in their face
So I ask you quit bugginí me, Quit wagginí your tongues,
Itís my business what goes in and out of my lungs
Iím not really the smoker; Iím just the sucker
So leave me alone you loud mouthed mother trucker!
O all ye powers that he implanted, Arise, keep silence no more; put forth the strength that he hath granted, your noblest work is to adore.