Randy Stonehill Lung Cancer
She went down to the corner store
And bought a pack of filter kings
Don't you know tomorrow she'll be back for more
Cause she really loves to smoke those things
And every time that she inhales
A cloud of that cigarette smoke
She's just one step closer to the man in black
And sixty cents closer to broke
And she's working on
Lung cancer, emphysema, a cardiac arrest
And she'll probably have a stroke when she sees
The X-rays of her chest
When she had her first cigarette
A puff or two was all she could take
Now if she doesn't have on in her hand all the time
You'll notice it begins to shake
And even though she's nonchalant
And acts as if her habit's a joke
She won't do too much laughing
When her life goes up in smoke
She been smoking that C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E
That cigarette's got her on her knees
C-I-G-A-R-E-T-T-E
That darn tobacco won't set her free
Suck baby suck
Suck on that cigarette
Go on and light up that fag and take a drag
It's bound to snuff you yet
She went down to the corner store
And bought a pack of filter kings
Don't you know tomorrow she'll be back for more
Cause she really loves to smoke those things
And every time that she inhales
A cloud of that cigarette smoke
She's just one step closer to the man in black
And sixty cents closer to broke
