Smoke, Smoke,
Glorious Smoke,
Nothing quite like it,
For a boring bloke.
Smoke, Smoke,
Glorious Smoke,
Nothing quite like it,
To give a sore throat!
Smoke, Smoke,
Glorious smoke,
Nothing quite like it,
To make you choke!
Smoke, Smoke,
Glorious smoke,
Nothing quite like it,
To give you a stroke!
Smoke, Smoke,
Glorious smoke,
Nothing quite like it,
To make you croak!
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