The Friend Catcher

I, cigarette fingers

Puff and poke

Puff and poking the smoke

It touches the ground

You and your lungs and your wrist

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound

Of sound

She by a chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh

Like a Zippo smokes the way

Poke around

You and your lungs and your wrist

They throb like trains

Choo choo choo

It's a prison of sound

I poke around

She by the hair of my chinny chin chin

Eee oh eee oh eee oh eee oh

Like a Zippo smokes the way

Poke around

You and your lungs and your wrists

They throb like trains

[Incomprehensible]

Poke around

I poke around