Ashtray dirt
Your lungs have got a dirty stain
All you feel is a cancer pain
Fingers turn a sticky yellow color
Every one fag is less one hour
Of your life, life, life, life, life
You're an ashtray dirt
Don't be a sucker, it'll mess up your life
Smoking them fags from nine till five
You might as well eat the dirty dog-ends
You know your going round the bend
They'll put you away, away, away, away, away
I don't know why you smoke them Number Six
A packet of fags is a packet of tricks
I don't know why you smoke them fucking cigars
You're gonna stay helpless the way you are
The way you are, you are, you are, you are....
Writer(s): Richard Lucas
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