| | |
| Rolling another cigarette | |
| I know my girl would kill me |
| if she knew | |
| would think |
| I shouldn't be doing that | |
| shouldn't place myself where the smoke's |
| too sweet and I'm forced | |
| to buy a pack |
| certainly | |
| shouldn't be out in the bars |
| watching what's going on | |
| what's shaking |
| inside the wonderful world | |
| of women's sweaters nor |
| crossing the road when the red | |
| man's standing to attention shouldn't |
| be doing that at all | |
| might get killed |
| by a bus or | |
| more shamefully |
| a scooter or | |
| shame yeah shame would |
| kill me before the scooter | |
| way before lung cancer |
| before my girl gets round to | |
| having had it up to here |
| gets round to stabbing me in | |
| my sleep cutting off |
| my red man | |
| telephoning emergency quite calmly |
| what am I | |
| to speak about my girl |
| murdering me shouldn't | |
| I shouldn't I shouldn't speak that way. |