Christine Lavin - Smokers lyrics

It's three degrees Fahrenheit The snow is falling down People are huddled in doorways All over this town Stamping their feet to keep warm Blowing on their hands It's sad to see this misery In such a wealthy land Thee land In such a wealthy land Some speak English, some speak French Some Spanish and Japanese (Arigato!) They have more in common Than a shiverin' in their knees All of them are slave to The demon cigarette This song is about people who smoke If you haven't figured that out yet Smokers are the new street people You see where'er you go Coughing hacking lighting up In the wind, in the rain, in the snow In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat Dirtying our city streets Cigarette smokers have become The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Now I can hear you smokers getting mad at me But come on! We've tried everything to get you to quit We've begged we've pleaded We've read you gruesome statistics And still you smoke! Now we're trying a new tactic: Embarra**ing you into quitting Think of this song as tough love Tough love It's only a matter of time before Street vendors get wise It's hard enough selling hot dogs Now this smoke gets in their eyes (smoke gets in their eyes) And in their hair and in their lungs In their buns in their hot dog meat They'll ask the city to pa** a law To ban smoking on the street The street No smoking on the street If they can't smoke on the street Or in the buildings up above Where will smokers go To partake of what they love? Restaurants? No. Bars? Uh-huh Taxicabs? No way Smokers are the most oppressed Minority today Smokers are the new street people You see where'er you go Coughing hacking lighting up In the wind, in the rain, in the snow In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat Dirtying our city streets Cigarette smokers have become The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum So if you see a smoker on the sidewalk Pity her pity him Their bad habit's forced them to be On the outside looking in All the willpower and nicotine patches Haven't helped a bit In summer they wheeze In winter they freeze And still they just don't quit Don't quit And still they just don't quit Years ago I saw a bumper sticker I still recall today -- it said: "Kissing a smoker is just like Licking a dirty ashtray" If that doesn't make you think twice about How smoking offends Go lick a dirty ashtray and tell me Would you want to do that again? No Again -- Yuck! Would you ever do that again? Uh-uh Smokers are the new street people You see where'er you go Coughing hacking lighting up In the wind, in the rain, in the snow In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat Dirtying our city streets Cigarette smokers have become The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum Tough love!