A comedy song in the Weltshmertz tradition...
Darf ich ein zigarette haben?
Is how a German bums a cigarette
It don't get him breakfast or dinner
But it works just fine for a nicotine fit.
Did anyone stop to thank the Indians
For finding this delectable weed?
I've employed and enjoyed it
Since delicate boyhood
And now I'm a smoldering,
Middle-aged dweeb.
There once was a fanatic old geezer
Who always thought smoking tabaccy a crime
He found me and my little playmates
Smacking cheroots in a whacking good time.
He pointed his finger beneath him
To the furnacy place where the devil may care
He said, "It's no joke. If you like to smoke,
There's plenty of smoke down there."
Plenty of smoke down there,
Plenty of smoke down there,
We've got humidors filled with Havana delights
Rich and most flavorfully rare.
We've got hookah hoses and burned out noses
And black, emphysematic lungs
We've got wizened old wheezers
And peer-pressure pleasers
With polyps upon their tongues.
Plenty of smoke down there,
Plenty of smoke down there,
We've got free-basers
And bonged out spacers
And butt-heads beyond compare.
We've got intelligentsia
Who prefer pure Virginia
And hobos who stoop for their stogies
And guitar players and insolent mayors
Who roll them around just like Humphrey Bogey.
Darf ich ein zigarette haben?
Is how a German bums a cigarette.
It might land him in Hades
With notorious ladies
But it works just fine for a nicotine fit.
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