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)