Well I was walking down the street When I chanced to see A baby waddling back and forth And crawling right to me And she said, "Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Won't you have a little smoke with me?"
Her hat was pulled dwn over her eyes, her diaper it was ripped. And dangling down to my surprise: A cigarette between her lips And she said, "Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Won't you have a little smoke with me?"
Well I took that smoke, began to choke, I gagged and coughed and spit. My throat felt sore, I fell to the floor But the cigarette still was lit. And she said, "Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Won't you have a little smoke with me?"
Oh my eyes ouffed out, I began to shout And I coughed and choked and gagged. I was close to death, I caught my breath. She said, "Want another drag?" And she said, "Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Won't you have a little smoke with me?"
For goodness sake how my head ached. it ook my breath away. As I coughed and gasped I fgelt her grasp Once more I heard her say And she said, "Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me? Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke? Won't you have a little smoke with me?"
I think I know why babies smoke: It makes them think they're older. But me I think I'm old enough And this is what I told her: "I won't have a little smoke? won't have a little smoke? won't have a little smoke with you? Won't have a little smoke? Won't have a little smoke? Won't have a little smoke with you?"