There is one thing that is a joke
Upon poor unsuspecting folk
It's something that will make you croak
Your money just goes up in smoke
You'll stink just like old fireplace ash
The priv'lege costs you loads of cash
Th'addiction causes you to dash
Out in the rain quick as a flash
To take another death-filled puff
'Cause you just can't quite get enough
You're suckered in by hype and fluff
To breathe right in that toxic stuff
Meanwhile tobacco millionaires
Will take your money, it's now theirs
Your lungs are dying unawares
So hurry up and say your prayers
So quit that smoke before you choke
Or you go broke and have a stroke
It's just a joke on you dear folk
Time you awoke and broke that yoke