Have A Little Smoke?

Well I was walking down the street
When I chanced to see
A baby waddling back and forth
And crawling right to me And she said, «Have a little smoke?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke?
Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»
Her hat was pulled dwn over her eyes,
her diaper it was ripped.
And dangling down to my surprise:
A cigarette between her lips
And she said, «Have a little smoke?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke?
Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»
Well I took that smoke, began to choke,
I gagged and coughed and spit.
My throat felt sore, I fell to the floor
But the cigarette still was lit.
And she said, «Have a little smoke?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke?
Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»
Oh my eyes ouffed out, I began to shout
And I coughed and choked and gagged.
I was close to death, I caught my breath.
She said, «Want another drag?»
And she said, «Have a little smoke?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke?
Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»
For goodness sake how my head ached.
it ook my breath away.
As I coughed and gasped I fgelt her grasp
Once more I heard her say
And she said, «Have a little smoke?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke with me?
Have a little smoke? Have a little smoke?
Won’t you have a little smoke with me?»
I think I know why babies smoke:
It makes them think they’re older.
But me I think I’m old enough
And this is what I told her:
«I won’t have a little smoke?
won’t have a little smoke? won’t have a little smoke with you?
Won’t have a little smoke? Won’t have a little smoke?
Won’t have a little smoke with you?»