TOBACCO ARTISTES

TOBACCO ARTISTES

Here am I singing for you…
might be here till half past two
All my music ready to go…
song and dance to make the show
Dressed for you in fine attire…
Cabaret night is you desire

BUT…Smoke is here and smoke is there your fucking smoke gets everywhere
All my gear it stinks of smoke it lingers on my glass of coke
How can I perform for you your habit makes me want to spew?
My throat it burns my eyes are sore I really can’t take any more

I see you sat with Sally May…
  burning fags in a glass ash- tray
You suck it in and blow it out…
at other folk who may be out
People coughing caused by smoking…
it kills but smokers think it’s joking

BUT…Smoke is here and smoke is there your fucking smoke gets everywhere
All my gear it stinks of smoke it lingers on my glass of coke
How can I perform for you your habit makes me want to spew?
My throat it burns my eyes are sore I really can’t take any more

Into the night with smokers pissed…
the room is clouded with a mist
Requests for songs of people’s choice…
the smoke contaminates my voice
My throat now like a red hot poker…
just can’t win I’m not a smoker

BUT…Smoke is here and smoke is there your fucking smoke gets everywhere
All my gear it stinks of smoke it lingers on my glass of coke
How can I perform for you your habit makes me want to spew?
My throat it burns my eyes are sore I really can’t take any more

Can’t you see just what it’s doing...?
nicotine your life will ruin
Give it up and be defiant…
don’t appease Tobacco giants
Be a singer or guitarist
but not a foolish tobacco artiste

BUT…Smoke is here and smoke is there your fucking smoke gets everywhere
All my gear it stinks of smoke it lingers on my glass of coke
How can I perform for you your habit makes me want to spew?
My throat it burns my eyes are sore I really can’t take any more