My breath stinks and I always cough. (cough, cough, cough, cough)
Gangrene from the nicotine rots my fingers off. (inspiratory wheeze for 4 beats) (see slide 27)
My face is wrinkled and lined with cracks. (see slide t)
I've had at least three heart attacks, (see slides s, 26)
just like they warn you on the covers of the packs,
and here are the facts:

I have cancer of the tongue (see slide 4)
and something ugly is growing in my lung (see slides n, o)
that bleeds a lot and cause me pain,
and it has spread into my brain!
My neck 's so full of cancer lumps, (see slide 2)
I can feel them with the little finger stumps
in which I hold my cigarette.

They cut a hole into my throat, (see slide 11)
through which I breathe, through which I smoke,
and gasp, rasp, hack, hawk, wheeze and choke
and cough up blood, but I still smoke!

I smoke through a hole in my throat! (see slide j)
I breathe through a hole in my throat!
I speak through a hole in my throat!
I'll never sound normal and I'll never sing a note
'cause I smoke and I croak through a hole in my throat!

I'm addicted, I'm afflicted.
Murder has got me convicted.
Why am I so willing to be killing myself?
Am I trying hard to be dying hard,
getting ready to be buried in my own back yard?

I just can't quit that stinking cigarette
so I smoke and I choke and I pay for it! (inspiratory wheeze for 4 beats) (see slide h)
I just can't quit that stinking cigarette! (cough, cough, cough, cough)
I just can't quit that stinking cigarette! (cough, cough, cough, cough)
I just can't quit that stinking cigarette
and I'm the dumb sucker who is paying for it!