• Every time I see him,
    He has a cigerette,
    Smoking like a train,
    About to fall of the tracks,
    I tell him to stop,
    But he says he can't,
    I ask why not,
    He says it's sweet,
    He says every time he smokes,
    He forgets all his troubles-and dreams-,
    I see him on the streets,
    Begging for money,
    This obsession has made him mad,
    Turned him crazy,
    For now he can't live without it,
    But he'll soon learn that he can't live with it, either