Don't rush me, don't push me, don't give me grief The time I've been smoking has only been brief 30 years is a mere eye blink in the history of time Can't I smoke just a few thousand more, is that such a crime?
Don't rush me, don't push me, I'm scared out of my tree Can't you wait a bit longer, just one more century What's all the fuss, what's the great hurry Do things always have to be done in a tempestuous flurry
Can't we drag it out a bit longer, just a little bit more I just don't understand what all this hurrying is for Don't rush me, don't push me, you've only waited for years But I can't move, I'm frozen, I'm frozen with fear