Текст песни: Smokers + перевод

It’s three degrees Fahrenheit

The snow is falling down

People are huddled in doorways

All over this town

Stamping their feet to keep warm

Blowing on their hands

It’s sad to see this misery

In such a wealthy land

Thee land

In such a wealthy land

Some speak English, some speak French

Some Spanish and Japanese (Arigato!)

They have more in common

Than a shiverin' in their knees

All of them are slave to

The demon cigarette

This song is about people who smoke

If you haven’t figured that out yet

Smokers are the new street people

You see where’er you go

Coughing hacking lighting up

In the wind, in the rain, in the snow

In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat

Dirtying our city streets

Cigarette smokers have become

The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

Now I can hear you smokers getting mad at me

But come on!

We’ve tried everything to get you to quit

We’ve begged we’ve pleaded

We’ve read you gruesome statistics

And still you smoke!

Now we’re trying a new tactic:

Embarrassing you into quitting

Think of this song as tough love

Tough love

It’s only a matter of time before

Street vendors get wise

It’s hard enough selling hot dogs

Now this smoke gets in their eyes (smoke gets in their eyes)

And in their hair and in their lungs

In their buns in their hot dog meat

They’ll ask the city to pass a law

To ban smoking on the street

The street

No smoking on the street

If they can’t smoke on the street

Or in the buildings up above

Where will smokers go

To partake of what they love?

Restaurants? No. Bars? Uh-huh

Taxicabs? No way

Smokers are the most oppressed

Minority today

Smokers are the new street people

You see where’er you go

Coughing hacking lighting up

In the wind, in the rain, in the snow

In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat

Dirtying our city streets

Cigarette smokers have become

The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

So if you see a smoker on the sidewalk

Pity her pity him

Their bad habit’s forced them to be

On the outside looking in

All the willpower and nicotine patches

Haven’t helped a bit

In summer they wheeze

In winter they freeze

And still they just don’t quit

Don’t quit

And still they just don’t quit

Years ago I saw a bumper sticker

I still recall today -- it said:

«Kissing a smoker is just like

Licking a dirty ashtray»

If that doesn’t make you think twice about

How smoking offends

Go lick a dirty ashtray and tell me

Would you want to do that again? No

Again -- Yuck!

Would you ever do that again? Uh-uh

Smokers are the new street people

You see where’er you go

Coughing hacking lighting up

In the wind, in the rain, in the snow

In the fog, in the hail, in the dust and the heat

Dirtying our city streets

Cigarette smokers have become

The uptown equivalent of the Bowery Bum

Bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum bum

Tough love!

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