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Dave's a nice bloke, don't get me wrong
But, well, the truth of it is that he's a bit of a nong
From morning to night he's continually ingesting
Poisons that his body is vehemently detesting
Nourishing food that his body is craving
Is something that he brusquely aside is waving
Instead, he unerringly goes for alcohol and nicotine
Two things which make his body so very unclean
And once he starts with a schooner and smoke
He can't seem to stop, he keeps going for broke
He may think he's tough, that he's indestructible
But the tobacco companies just think that he's gullible
My advice to Dave, not that I'm one to give it
It's only that I want him his life to go on and live it
Is to gather his smokes and stubbies and throw them away
And start enjoying himself each and every wonderful day
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
Alessandra Liverani
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