Stamped like a postcard
With a stamp on the right shoulder
It's the desert crossing
I just put out the last one
Like a big iced Coke
Under the summer heatwave
That they'd stop you from drinking
And you can sit on it
Twenty-four hours a day
I may chew paperclips
This idea that clings on
I'd love to wring its neck
I don't smoke a cigarette anymore
It's nice of you to join me
In giving up the vice
Everybody congratulated me
Except Philippe and Maurice
Who are waiting round the corner
One, two, three, four days without tobacco
It's not much, sure
But in twenty-six, that'll make a month
People find me slightly irritable
And I really wonder why
No doubt because yesterday at dinner
I threw the cat out the window
I don't smoke a cigarette anymore
Goodbye, blondie, I liked you
But the two of us can't go on
I came to tell you you're leaving
Under the orange camel
Watching the state coffers rake in
How sad! It's not fun
All that fresh air seeping in
My life hangs by a filter now
I miss the old days
When my fingers stayed busy
Without necessarily putting on weight
With whatever's in the fridge
It's really too much for a butt
My kingdom for a camel!
And if I forfeited right in the middle of the match
Nobody to say: check and patch!
I don't smoke a cigarette anymore