We’ve kicked them out the office
It’s immoral in their cars
They’re not welcome in our restaurants
They’re forbidden at the bars.
They congregate in places
That we designate outside
But should big brother get its way
They’ll have nowhere left to hide.
So, let’s make them all wear badges
And push them in the dirt.
Let’s make it legal to throw stones at them
Whenever they spark up.
Let’s put through the proposal
To raise costs by 2 per cent,
And laugh off their objections
At what they’ve already spent.
After all we’re trying to help them
To conquer their affliction
They could just choose not to buy them
It’s not like smoking’s an addiction.
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