I, cigarette fingers Puff and poke Puff and poking the smoke Touches the ground You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo Its a prison of sound Of sound She, by my chinny chin chin Eee-oh eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way Hope, around You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo Its a prison of sound A prison of sound She, by the hair of my chinny chin chin Eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh eee-oh Like a zippo smokes the way Hope, around You, your lungs and your wrists They throb like trains Choo choo choo Its a prison of sound I poke around...