Cigarrettes and Alcohol

I don’t remember what I did,
because I drink and smoke.
I can’t explain why I did what I did,
because I drink and smoke.
If you knew what I did,
you’d have thought it was a joke.
I do the things I do,
because I drink and smoke.
When I say the things I say,
it’s like I haven’t spoke.
When you ask me questions,
it’s as if I’ve had a stroke.
I spend money that I haven’t got,
that’s why I’m always broke.
I’m just like all of you,
I’m just a normal bloke,
who likes marijuana and alcohol and
sometimes, a little coke.
It’s not the taste I like,
it’s the feelings they evoke.
On the memories that I have…
They often make me choke
With shame, with laughter and just a little shock.
I’m seldom happy until I’ve had a toke,
couple that with a couple of cans
and it’s like I haven’t woke.
Although I smoke, even though I drink, my problems don’t come from that, I think.
Because I smoke because I drink, occasionally I stink.
My skin is sallow, my nose is pink, in my armour there’s a chink, in my mind there’s a kink.
Before you blink, before I wink, I will down my drink and just to make the link,
off to
have a
smoke I
slink. :)