I'VE GOT TO STOP SMOKING
(To the tune of “On Top of Old Smokey”)


I’ve got to stop smoking,
My doctor has said,
Or else when I’m seven,
I’m sure to be dead.


Cigarettes can cause cancer,
And that makes no sense.
So I’ve got to stop stealing,
My dear daddy’s Kents.


Now here in the 60’s,
When going with chicks,
Cigarettes can bring status,
To a boy who is six.


But I must live clean now’
At six life is ripe.
Cigarettes I will give up –
And switch to a pipe!


BAD, BAD MATCHES
BUCKLE UP YOUR HELMET STRAP
IT'S A GRAND OLD BAG
MY BODY HAS CALAMINE LOTION
NORTH SIDE, SOUTH SIDE
ROAD -  RAVAGED VALLEY
WHEN THE BOMB COMES FALLING DOWN
YOU FUNNY IODINE


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