Imagine having to take medicine every morning, every night A bitter tasting medicine, not something for delight If you didn't take it, your hair would all fall out You'd be marked with an itchy, blotchy rash, your knees'd be full of gout
Your digestion would stop digesting, your heart no longer pump And from the middle of your head would grow a large, unsightly lump You had to take this medicine every hour that you could I think that you'd resent it, I really think you would
And yet you're quite happy to keep on smoking every minute of the day Even though this smoking doesn't help you in any way It doesn't stop unsightly lumps or your hair falling out in alarming clumps Does not prevent a blotchy rash, just costs you lots of needed cash
Can you please explain to me Why you don't want to become free From a disgusting, filthy, nasty weed That your body does not need