I, cigarette fingers
 Puff and poke
 Puff and poking the smoke
 Touches the ground

 You, your lungs and your wrists
 They throb like trains
 Choo choo choo
 It’s a prison of sound

 Of sound

 She, by my chinny chin chin
 Eee-oh eee-oh
 Like a zippo smokes the way
 Hope, around

 You, your lungs and your wrists
 They throb like trains
 Choo choo choo
 It’s a prison of sound

 prison of sound

 She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin
 Eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh
 Like a zippo smokes the way
 Hope, around

 You, your lungs and your wrists
 They throb like trains
 Choo choo choo
 It’s a prison of sound

 I poke around...