Dying For A Fag – 13th May 1984

Have you got a cigarette for me to smoke?
If I don’t have one soon I think I’ll choke
The doctor says I should give up the weed
He says they will make my lungs bleed
– I try to breathe out but I always wheeze
– Have you got a fag? Oh, please!

I always take a bag to the shop
‘Five thousand fags please’, I never stop
All these little kids asking for a fag
But I tell them that I need every drag
– I try to breathe out but I always wheeze
– Have you got a fag? Oh, please!

It got so bad I was seriously ill
My throat was blocked, I couldn’t swallow a pill
Lying on a hospital bed, still wanting a drag
But now I’m really dying for a fag