THE FRIEND CATCHER Lyrics

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