Angel’s Craft

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

MY BODY HAS CALAMINE LOTION

YOU FUNNY IODINE

IT'S A GRAND OLD BAG

ROAD - RAVAGED VALLEY

NORTH SIDE, SOUTH SIDE

WHEN THE BOMB COMES FALLING DOWN

BUCKLE UP YOUR HELMET STRAP

HUMOUR SECTION

ANGEL’S CRAFT

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