Gotta Have Another Cigarette
Gotta have another cigarette.
Oh I worked in a cigarette factory
Foreman was a bit of a dillbury
Me old mate “a man of the cloth”
He’d persecute endlessly
Joe would load up his van
The foreman would make him reload
Joe didn’t worry cos he was a man
The foreman he was a cane toad
Foreman was trying to teach me to sweep
Would you think there was something to learn?
This is how the moron earned his keep?
But the thoughts of vengeance burned!
I’d been away for a week helping my dad with the muster
The cattle were all in the yard, I returned to work, yes a Bronco buster.
You’re sacked he said you’ll work one more week
I said you will work it for sure!
started throwing large cigarette cartons at him
saying tape em up fat boy , to annoy
He said I’m in charge, I said no you’re not
I’m in charge of you my fat boy
Manager came out I give him a blast
The man of the cloth laughed with joy
So they went to the bank and got my weeks wage
That I didn’t work there anyhow
Foreman looked like a siezure from rage
So I blew him a kiss the old cow
Don Johnson
Copyright © Don Johnson | Year Posted 2011
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