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MY LAST CIGARETTE (Sydney Carter) Sheila Hancock - 1963 Sidney, rush down to the corner and get me a packet of king-sized (Filter?) No, menthol, I want to feel like a fresh mountain stream! Tobacco, tobacco, I hate you, I do Like Venus I'd look if it wasn't for you But I'll give up the habit, I will even yet When I've had just one more cigarette It wasn't the whisky, it wasn't the wine That made such a wreck of this body of mine I'll give up the habit, I will even yet When I've had just one more cigarette (Cough....cough....cough....cough) Under my eyes are a couple of bags I blame it all onto a packet of fags But I'll give up the habit, I will even yet When I've had just one more cigarette My teeth are all yellow and so is my tongue I breathe through a kipper, I call it a lung But I'll give up the habit, I will even yet When I've had just one more cigarette (Cough....cough....cough....cough....cough) Nail in my coffin, so pale and so thin I am a fool to keep knocking you in You think you can kill me, how much do you bet When I've had just one more cigarette I'll fling the packet away, away Fifty times in a week i say Fling the packet away, away When I've had just one more cigarette (Cough....cough....cough....cough....cough) (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - February 2017)

    


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