Second Hand Smoke

Do the stamp out

Let's all butt out

Let's all get rid of that smoke.

Let's all do the stamp out.

Let's all butt out.

Let's all get rid of that smoke.

Let me introduce myself I come from Mexico.

I have a dozen nicknames but I'm known as tobacco.

I'm worth a lot of money

Cause I'm full of tax you see.

So, I can buy some submarines

and launch a war at sea.

Let me tell you about it.

Let's all do the stamp out.

Let's all butt out.

Let's all get rid of that smoke.

I dress myself in nicotine.

I comb my hair with tar.

I gaze into your nostrils dear.

Your lungs how pink they are.

I want to penetrate your skin.

I want to make a scene.

So huff and a puff

And you can't get enough of me.

Baby do you know exactly what I mean?

Let's all do the stamp out.

Let's all butt out.

Let's all get rid of that smoke.

How about death?

How about pain?

How about suicide?

All you gotta do is light me up

And let me come inside.

Your lungs you see are made for me

If you don't need your life.

Now what about your friends you leave behind

The smoke lingers on and on and on and on

and on and on and on...

Let's all do the stamp out

Let's all butt out

Let's all get rid of that smoke.

Buddy, your my buddy I'm your cigarette.

Buddy, your my buddy I'm your cigarette.

Buddy, your my buddy I'm your cigarette.

Buddy, your my buddy I'm your cigarette.

Stop that smoking.

Stop that smoking.

Stop that smoke.

Butt it out.

Butt it out.

Butt that cigarette.

Butt out that funkin' smoke.

Let me have a cigarette

Let me have smoke.

Butt it out.

Butt out.

Butt that cigarette.

Butt out that funkin' smoke.