No-one's passed a law which said
You must have a fag when you arise from bed
No-one's made an inviolate rule
A fag must be smoked when you get out of school
You won't be given an enormous fine
If you don't smoke, it's not a crime
Your parents won't give you extra chores
If those smelly fags, you completely ignore
A doctor will never give advice
To smoke a fag, they're rather nice
Apon the cross you won't be nailed
If those gaspers you don't inhale
I'm trying to think of a possible downfall
If those cigarettes aren't smoked at all
But I fail to think of a single one
I cannot believe they are such fun
(Sydney, Australia - 2003)
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