Smokers spook themselves silly Into a world both hard and chilly A world where faceless demons hang in the air A world filled with frustration and despair
So spooked are they, beyond belief That cigarettes are their god-like chief These funny little white papered logs Have them spellbound, they're all agog
To not smoke one for a single day Is a thought that would frighten them right away Out of the question, it cannot be done Because they are as spooked as a fox on the run