Recording

Smokin’ Sam

Sung by Sam Dodds

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Sam Dodds

1
Captivate by this beautiful shape,
I takes me pleasure, no thought of escape
“Feels cool, man” in fingers’ crook,
Moist lips pouted, clasped for the sook.
chorus
I wanna take me out a fag,
When I want, any place, any time,
Wanna claim ‘The Rights of Man’ -
Free to take, when I wants, a fag.
2
I could bring you to life, with the flick of a thumb;
I could pull on you hard, to your delights succumb;
The bouquet lingers as I salivate -
In toothsome grip - fair fit to mast-ic-ate.
3
Give us a light mate, I’ve gotta have a fag,
I’ve got me this cravin’ for a lascivious drag;
So easy the pull - comes the burn and the fix,
Swallowed neat and deep - just for kicks.
4
Now - I’ve got me this irritatin’ - teasin’
Raspin’ incontrollable wheeze;
I coughs and spews up congealen guts,
Phlegm, spittin’ thick, slimily glutinous.
5
Nowadays, I’m a body-brocken crock,
Times I breath, I can do nowt but chowk.
Oh doctor, prescribe for this wheeze -
“Sure seems like - a pitman’s pneumiconiosis!”

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