Ode to the Smoker's Code

Let's sing an ode to the smoker's code for the jokers on the road

I see you picking butts\

And some would say that's nutss\

But I get you're in a rutt\

I once lived with mutts in hutts\

No windows to shut\

Sucking my own butts

Quit your dig\

Have a cig\

Take three for free and be a pig\

We'l share a swig\

do a jig\

Then I'll ride off on my rig

And when Im down on my luck\

I don't give a fuck\

I'll walk up to some buck\

And ask for some social cigarettes to suck.

That's the smoker's code\

And when you're living in this mode\

And ya got loads\

You do as these verses told\

Let your pack unfold\

Give em a ciggy like its no biggie

And another for the road

That is the smoker's code

So as long as we're getting cancer let's take a chance sir we don't have the answers but lets be dancers on the back of a pick up truck; havin' a flick with hicks, not givin' a fuck as we smoke and joke and toke and poke around for butts like mutts

~Disclaimer: smoking is bad for you