Still Smokes

My mom says all the best people smoke

She doesn’t crack a smile because it’s no joke

They’re the last an-ar-chists you see

They’re the most fun at parties, believe you me

(Chorus)    

Still smokes ("Still smokes"). My mom still smokes ("Still smokes")

She sneaks cigarettes to prisoners and teens

And all manner of hoodlum in between

She says, “I’m a smoker, that’s who I am”

“Like it or not, I don’t give a damn.”

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(Bridge)

Now, I never smoked because it was her thing

Black coffee, cigarettes, and solitaire

White paper napkins blotted saucer-stained rings

As I wrote my name, in the ashtray’s ashes, in script, with a used butt,

Wafting stale cigarette smells, in the air…

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When you’re at an event and bored out of your mind

She says, “Go find the smokers, ‘cause-they’re-the best kind”

They’ve gotta sense of humor and take no shit

Aint gonna let the government make them quit 

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I tried to get my mom to quit

Even hid her cartons, she had a fit

I-pleaded, “Mom, yer gonna-die!” then hit the wall

She said, “Relax (take a drag) I’ll outlive you all”

Still smokes ("Still smokes"). She’ll out live us all ("Still smokes") x 3